#they have different dynamics and both bring different shit to the table

[dennisboobs]

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[lisired]

DREAM BOYS: slut me out

pairing: shy!jisung x (f) reader

genre/warnings: smut, unprotected sex (before you tap it make sure you wrap it), oral (m) receiving, switch!jisung, switch!reader (at least i think so… i wanna say there’s not really strong dom/sub dynamics here)

summary: The Dream Boys are notorious for banging everything on campus with a pulse and breaking hearts, but every time you see Jisung, you can’t help but think he’s nothing like them; he can barely even look into your eyes.

word count: 5.3k

a/n: i wrote this on a whim lol. as always, feedback is appreciated!

If I was a bad bitch,

I’d wanna fuck me too

There was something about Park Jisung that confused you to no end. 

For one, you wondered how a boy could be so awkward. You weren’t even this bad at your peak of social ineptitude, but he somehow seemed to always be shy and blushing. 

The most baffling thing about him, however, wasn’t just his timid personality and lack of confidence around the opposite sex. It was his ability to get along so well with people who were the complete opposite of him. 

Everybody at your school knew him and his friends collectively as the Dream Boys and they were notorious on campus for allegedly fucking every girl they set their sights on. You had no way of knowing how true that was, but based on nothing but vibes alone, most of them you didn’t doubt one bit. 

Mark, the sweet boy who posted bible quotes on his story every morning. Jeno, the intelligent one who obviously didn’t buy his way into college. Jaemin, the campus heartthrob everyone wanted to bring home to Mama. And Haechan, the party boy who was never not hungover. 

But Jisung was something different entirely. You had no idea why he hung out with them at all. Your interactions with him had been limited thus far, but he stammered out every sentence he spoke and could hardly maintain eye contact. 

There was no way in hell he was a whore. 

The school library had unfortunately become your second home over the past few weeks and you were lounging at a table with your friends when Ryujin whispered, “Looks like the Dream Boys are throwing another Halloween party this year. I hope there’s no more cum punch rumors. I almost threw up because of that shit.”

Yuna winced. Those rumors had positively ruined the drinking last year for everybody. “Dream Boys? More like fuckboys.”

You snickered. You didn’t have a clue where the name came from, but you couldn’t resist quipping, “And what did you think they dreamed about?”

“Pussy,” she answered without hesitation.

You laughed again. The boys were handsome, you would give them that, but they also gave the impression that they were carrying sexually transmitted infections yet to be unearthed by health authorities. 

Ryujin seemed like she was reading from her phone, probably gathering more information about the aforementioned party, and soon enough she chirped, “No worries, guys. Haechan just posted that there will not be any cum punch, but everyone should watch their drink.”

“I won’t be attending,” you replied with total disinterest. “Have fun potentially drinking some random dude’s kids.”

Ryujin groaned, but she had been expecting that response. It was no secret you had something against those boys because of their fuckboy reputation and while she didn’t blame you for that, she didn’t see it as an excuse to skip out on harmless fun. “You’re so boring.”

You shrugged, indifferent. “If boring means spending my free time watching Shemar Moore chase bad guys in two different universes, both of which he’s incredibly sexy in, instead of risking my tongue falling off, then I’ll be that.”

“You both are disgusting,” Yuna said in disapproval. “You want to fuck someone’s bald dad and Ryujin wants to fuck Haechan.”

Ryujin gawked. “That’s a lie!”

Yuna wasn’t convinced. “Admit it. The only reason you want to go to this party after last year’s fiasco is because you know Haechan will be there and you want to suck his dick until the foreskin dries up like a raisin.”

You made a face. The graphic description was putting unholy pictures in your mind that you would rather not see. “Yeah, I’m gonna go. You girls got that,” you told them as you rose from the table, tossing your bag over your shoulder. “I will see you guys when I emerge from my Netflix binging.”

Meanwhile, Jisung was by himself in the break room of the local cafe he worked at trying desperately to think of something that would undo the boner in his pants before his co-workers saw him and teased him to hell and back. It wasn’t even because of a pretty customer this time. He was just daydreaming. 

Was it a smart thing to do while he was at work? No, maybe not. But he couldn’t help it. His mind had been filled with perverted thoughts lately. It was the second week of October and Jisung was attempting to get all of the sexual frustration out of his system before the start of No Nut November.

He had been the first one to lose last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. This year, he needed a turnaround. 

When his boner wouldn’t go down as soon as he’d hoped, Jisung ultimately decided to go wank it in the bathroom as quietly as possible and got back to work. And to his luck, you were standing right there at the counter waiting for someone to take your order. 

Jisung swallowed when he saw you. He had always found you gorgeous and seeing you after orgasming made his brain short-circuit. With a little plan to increase his body count another digit, he went up to the counter and put on his shyest performance. “Hello. What can I get for you today?”

Your brows furrowed. He didn’t sound as bashful as he looked. That said, he sounded like he was donning his customer service voice, and everybody knew that the person you were at work didn’t reflect your true self. “Hi, can I get the Jasmine green tea, please?”

Jisung kept his eyes trained to the screen the entire time, even though he wanted nothing more than to look at you. “Sure thing. Would you like any add-ons?”

“Tapioca pearls. Extra, please.”

God, the way you kept saying, “Please,” was driving him crazy. He knew you were simply being polite, which was more than he could say about some customers he got, but it was making him picture other situations where he could have you begging for him. 

“Will that be everything?” Jisung asked as if his thoughts hadn’t wandered somewhere dangerous.

You nodded your head, taking out your card. “That’s it.”

While you were temporarily distracted by having to pay, Jisung took the opportunity to get a better look at you. His eyes flitted to your lips that were coated in a clear gloss which made them look plumper. It was all he could do not to think about how perfect they would look wrapped around his cock.

“I heard you and your friends are throwing a party tonight,” you mentioned, waiting for your order to be processed. Not that you gave a damn. You just wanted something to talk about. 

Jisung was pleased you didn’t seem to notice his less than clean thoughts, but when you mentioned the party, he stifled a groan. “Yeah, I can’t go. I have a closing shift.”

“Damn, that must suck,” you replied, watching the hint of annoyance spread across his face. “When do you guys close, by the way? I was thinking about getting some work done.”

“We close at nine,” Jisung told you matter-of-factly. “Don’t you usually work in the library?”

You lifted a brow, smiling softly. “Are you keeping tabs?”

Jisung glanced away. Make no mistake, he wasn’t stalking you or anything, but he did happen to see you in the library whenever he popped inside. You were there more often than not. “I see you around every now and then.”

You hummed. “To answer your question, I do usually work in the library, but my friends are being insufferable today and I knew I wasn’t gonna get any work done around them, so I hopped ship.”

Jisung nodded his head in understanding. “Yeah, I get it. My friends are pretty annoying at times too.”

You had an obvious disdain for boys in his group, but for some reason, you were always so nice to him. It was almost as if you had some kind of soft spot. Jisung wondered if he could manipulate that kindness. He figured you must have assumed he wasn’t as bad as the men he surrounded himself with, which couldn’t have been more wrong, but you didn’t need to know that. 

There was no opportunity for you to give him a response, because his co-worker placed your drink in front of you, saying, “Here you go, one Jasmine green tea, extra tapioca pearls.”

You thanked them and glanced back at Jisung, telling him, “I’m gonna go find a seat,” and walked away. 

Jisung was disappointed, but it was better than you leaving. And in truth, it wasn’t so bad, because it gave him a little more time to think of a way of getting you to go home with him. He didn’t want to lose for the fourth year in a row since he started college, and you were a beautiful girl that thought highly of him for whatever reason. 

You were still lingering in the cafe a few hours later and it was that time of night where Jisung had to start excessively wiping counters to appear busy, because he didn’t expect many more customers. 

But you were the only customer in sight and he was the only employee at this hour, so he approached your table and inhaled a deep breath. “Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?”

You glanced up at him, wanting to giggle at how nervous he seemed for whatever reason, but resisting. “Sure.”

Jisung started fidgeting with the rings on his long fingers, which drew your attention to his hands, specifically how big they were. “Can I sit down?”

You wordlessly nodded over at the seat in front of you. 

With one more small glance in the direction of the door, which didn’t appear to be welcoming more customers any time soon, Jisung slid into the booth. You both sat there in silence until he finally willed himself to speak. “So, I was wondering… can I ask you a favor?”

You were tempted to respond with, I wasn’t aware I owed you any. But you were very curious to know where this was going, so you decided to let him get straight to the point. “Depends. What’s the favor?”

“Promise not to tell anyone?” he asked. 

“Sure, I’ll promise,” you replied, nodding. “As long as you’re not about to ask me to hide a body.”

That threw Jisung off guard and he quickly shook his head. “What? No, of course not. Look, uh, I need a favor from you, but it’s something kinda…”

Pushing down the top of your laptop, you held your face in your hands and gave Jisung your undivided attention. You were beginning to suspect that it was a favor of a sexual nature. 

When you looked at him like that, Jisung glanced away. “It’s kinda embarrassing to say, but I was wondering… if I could come to your house.”

Now that was definitely a surprise. “My house?”

Jisung nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah, that’s what I was wondering. I’m sorry, I know it’s weird. I just…”

Your brows furrowed. Jisung had been to your apartment before. Once. Twice, if you counted him having to come back because he forgot his notebook. Either way, you weren’t necessarily friends and it only happened because of an assignment, the fact that the library had been completely packed, and your apartment was nearby. 

“Why?”

“Well… I wanted to know if you could help me with something.”

“You’re so vague,” you teased. “What do you need?”

Jisung exhaled a breath and decided he was just going to come out and say what he meant. “Listen, this is gonna be kinda weird, and if you say no I completely understand and will leave you alone for the rest of my life. But me and my friends are preparing for No Nut November and…”

“And you want to get all of the horny juice out of your system so you don’t nut on the first day like a loser,” you finished for him. It wasn’t that hard to guess, all things considered. “You know it doesn’t work like that, right?”

“It does,” he insisted. He said nothing else, waiting for you to either agree to blessing his cock tonight or let him suffer, and hoping you chose the former. 

You had already made your mind up, but you pretended to be uncertain, shrugging your shoulders. “Why me?”

Much to your surprise, Jisung didn’t skip a beat. “You’re the only girl I didn’t think would judge me.”

And that was exactly how he won you over, because you hurriedly began packing up your things to go home and get a shower before Jisung could get there. Maybe shave too. You didn’t go bald, but a little trim had never hurt anybody. 

Almost the very second his shift ended, Jisung was in his car growing increasingly more frustrated at every encountered red light as he drove as fast as he possibly could without going over the speed limit. 

When he rang the doorbell, you almost immediately answered the door, wearing nothing but a shirt that looked far too big for someone of your stature. “What took you so long?” you asked, widening the door so he could enter. 

“Lots of traffic tonight,” Jisung replied, waltzing inside your house as if his heart wasn’t thumping in his chest at the idea of getting fucked. 

You closed the door and led him to the bedroom. The soft, feminine smell of your body wash clung to you and the scent was already driving him crazy with lust. 

Jisung glanced around your bedroom, happy to be back here again. The last time he was inside your bedroom, he’d seen your panties spilling out of their drawer and it had taken everything in him to focus on the assignment at hand. 

His eyes fell to your delicious legs which were smooth and shiny. No doubt you had just gotten out of the shower. You got ready for him, which had to count for something. You had consented to fucking him, after all, so your interest in him couldn’t have been any more blatant. 

You plopped on your bed, noticing the way he was drinking in the sight of you. “Don’t just stand there,” you said, stifling a giggle. 

Jisung swallowed the unignorable lump in his throat. “What do you want me to do?”

You hummed, pretending to think about it. “Come here.”

He took tentative steps towards your bed. It was adorably pink and fluffy, and he almost felt bad for knowing it was going to be ruined by the time he returned home. Then, he started thinking about what else was pink, and from that point on his mind began reeling with lewd thoughts. 

You had to pull Jisung onto the bed, shoving him onto his back. The gasp he made was cut off by your lips smashing against his as you kissed him like your life depended on it, gently tugging on his black hair. You didn’t want to hurt him, but at the same time, that was exactly what you wanted. 

It pleasantly surprised you that Jisung was a decent kisser. You could tell he had some kind of experience, which was fair since he was a grown man with very obvious needs, and your panties were pooling with arousal when his hands drifted to your waist as you straddled him, pulling you flush against his rapidly hardening cock. 

As if he wasn’t already struggling to breathe enough, you broke the kiss and began trailing your lips faintly over his jaw. Then his neck. Then his collarbone. He figured you would go down again to his chest, but you went back to his throat and started sucking and nibbling at the flesh. 

“Fuck,” Jisung panted, already worked up and you had barely done anything together so far. He was sure you could feel how hard he was, given that he was pressed right against you, but you went about kissing him as if you had no clue. 

His reactions did make you giggle smugly though, quite proud of yourself. The marks you were leaving at the base of his neck were going to be there for days. Maybe weeks. The room felt hotter now that you were making such a mess of him. He brought his hands up from your perfect waist to your under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your breasts. 

It was your turn to gasp out. The soft sounds you made did wonders to turn him on. He cupped your chest in his big palms and let his thumb work over the stiffened nipple. All the while, you were beginning to grind against his bulge as your lips wandered here and there, drawing a guttural groan from Jisung’s throat. 

“Oh my god,” he said, stilling your hips with his strong hands. Something your body liked more than you cared to admit.

You met his eyes. They were filled with lust and desire and impatience. “Are you okay?”

Jisung nodded his head, glancing at your body. He was hoping you would get out of that shirt sooner than later. He wanted to see you. “It’s just…,” he trailed, his voice faint. “I’ve never done this before.”

You didn’t gawk. You didn’t laugh. There was no amusement nor was there any surprise. “That’s okay. We can take things slow, if you want.”

“I’d rather not. I like things fast,” Jisung insisted. 

You laughed. “Well, that can be arranged too. Have you ever had a blowjob?”

The thought of you sucking his cock alone nearly made a cold shudder wreck through Jisung’s body. “Once,” he said, trying to keep his composure. “It was a long time ago.”

“Now, we can’t have that,” you replied, crawling off of him to bring your attention to the very prominent bulge in his pants. You could tell he was big and that thought had you salivating. 

Jisung undid his pants hurriedly and tossed them to the ground like they meant nothing, giving you plenty enough time to ruffle through your drawer for something to tie your hair back with. 

With your hair out of the way, you patiently sat on your knees as he got just naked enough that you would be able to suck him off. Maybe deep down you had always wanted to. Jisung was exactly the type of guy you were into - the ones that looked away when a pretty girl complimented them and had a beautiful, shy smile. 

It didn’t surprise you that his cock was just as veiny as his hands were, but it did make your mouth run dry. 

“Sweet Jesus,” you mumbled underneath your breath, knowing that you were in for a treat. 

Jisung resisted a smirk. He knew he had a brag-worthy cock that was enough to make any woman lose her everlasting mind, whether she was going down on him or he was going inside her. You were no exception. Matter of fact, all it took was one look before you got a hold of his cock and spat on his pretty tip. 

He swore quietly, watching you attentively. There wasn’t even a need to get him hard because he had already stiffened from the way you were kissing him and grinding against his dick, so you got straight to work. 

You skipped the slow parts - the teasing bits with your tongue at the tip and base of his cock, and immediately went to the action. Jisung said he liked things fast and so that was exactly what you would give him. And he was going to take it like he’d asked.

“Shit. Shit. Fuck,” he cursed, clutching the sheets. You weren’t wasting any time and he almost couldn’t believe it. 

You hadn’t even waited before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could and that made Jisung’s head spin like he was about to explode. And in a way, that wasn’t necessarily untrue. He already knew this was going to be one of his shorter experiences, but definitely one of his better orgasms. 

Jisung groaned loudly. It was a shock, because he was one of the quietest boys you’d ever met, so it wasn’t too hard for you to guess that he was currently enjoying himself. The sound of his euphoric noises were making you horny and you could feel your panties getting even wetter. 

You wanted to fuck him so bad. It was killing you right now. He was just so perfect; so handsome and cute and easy to provoke. You wanted to draw the most sexy, uncontrollable reactions from him and watch what it did to his little male brain. 

Jisung could tell how much you wanted him and it only aroused him more. You were so fucking eager. You were going to town, sucking him off like you were in love with him, like you were worshiping him, and it got him off to an inexplicable extent. He couldn’t even begin to describe how your mouth felt sealed around him like you wanted to suck him completely dry. 

You ran your hands up his stomach, up his thighs. He was sensitive in more places than one, your touches making his breath hitch in his throat. 

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with all the stunts you were pulling.

Damn, already, you thought to yourself, wanting to chuckle. Not that you were actually even remotely surprised. You knew what you were doing; you were ruining him and taking a little piece of him to serve as a reminder of your victory. 

You didn’t slow down. If anything, you went even faster, your head bobbing up and down his shaft like you wanted to eat him for every meal of every goddamn day. Jisung winced his eyes clothed and accepted his fate, knowing he was merely seconds away from the heat in his stomach unfurling. 

With the last piece of his self-control officially waning now that you were sucking his dick like you had something to prove, Jisung involuntarily began thrusting into your mouth, messily fucking your throat with every intention of getting himself off. You let him. At the moment, you were just pleased you’d driven him mad. 

And that you knew for sure, because the buildup of ecstasy at short last began to overflow and Jisung couldn’t take it anymore. He gave one final long, deep moan as he released down your throat and clasped your sheets for purchase, convulsing with the effort. 

Jisung was shaking. When his eyes finally opened, all he saw was you swallowing his load even though he hadn’t asked you to, and it made him burn from the inside out. 

You grinned when he withdrew from your mouth and glanced up to meet his eyes, watching him struggle to find words. “You good?” you asked, shifting on your knees. 

Jisung nodded, but that word didn’t even begin to capture the feeling he had inside right now. That was a revolutionary nut. “I… yeah. I’m good.”

Getting up from your knees, you ignored the faint ache in them and asked, “Do you wanna fuck now?”

“God, yes,” Jisung replied in a heartbeat, stroking himself back rigid. It would happen in no time. 

When he was hard, he gathered you in his arms and tossed you unceremoniously onto the bed, a gasp escaping your mouth as your back met the mattress. Jisung ordered you to raise your hips, which you did on command, and he slipped your panties from underneath you to throw them wherever his pants were. Still unsatisfied, he tugged at your shirt too until you were completely naked.

The sight of you made him hold his breath. Your smooth skin and supple breasts and kissable tummy. He slipped a hand between your legs, wondering if he should return the favor before he fucked you, but he was surprised by how wet you had gotten from giving him pleasure. 

“You really are something else,” he mumbled, running his arousal-slicked fingers over his throbbing dick. 

You laughed, debating what to do with your legs, and ultimately deciding on draping them over his broad shoulders. Jisung groaned, having imagined one too many times how your cunt would feel as he pushed in and out of it silkily, and concluding that there was no point in drawing things out, he slipped between your slick folds. 

He growled in pleasure immediately, because both the way your pussy welcomed him in with ease and the way it invitingly throbbed around him was making him unravel. It was completely insane. The power you had over him right now was lethal and he couldn’t believe how wet and snug you were just for him. 

“Oh, god,” you moaned out, because suddenly your legs on him weren’t enough and you detangled them from his shoulders to wrap around his slim waist instead so that it would be easier to lock your arms around him as well. 

It took a long moment for Jisung to will himself to open his eyes, because they had been winced closed since the moment he felt you tightening around him. He looked you in the eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked softly. 

You nodded your head. His cock was long and thick and veiny and everything in between. You were in a world between heaven and earth, elevating to the gods and struggling to stay grounded. “It’s perfect, baby. Fuck me just like that.”

Jisung felt dizzy. He knew he had been right in choosing you. It wasn’t every girl that could leave him on the cusp of insanity with both her throat and her pussy, and he was still reeling from the head you’d given him. His whole body was scalding with lust and passion as he reaped pleasure from your body with every labored thrust. 

You couldn’t get enough how he felt stroking against your walls and it showed in the way you were kneading and gushing around his cock. The tension in the air was exhilarating, throttling. You grappled his forearms to keep him close, not wanting to be separated when he was fucking you this good. 

“Can you say my name?” Jisung asked, his voice thick with desire. 

“Jisung,” you called out softly, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts in a perfect sync. You simply couldn’t help yourself. This would be your undoing. 

Jisung swore underneath his breath, unable to control the way his stammering hips reacted to the hint of breathlessness in your voice, and smoothed his palms over your beautiful, bare body. He ran his fingers over your cheek, your neck, your chest and your thighs. 

He knew he needed to make you come if he cared about not absolutely humiliating himself, because he was going to unravel in a matter of minutes. With that thought, he stuck his hand between your legs and thumbed your clit, asking, “How does that feel?”

You cried out his name again, shuddering with sensitivity. Your heart was hammering in your chest and pounding in your ears and the throbbing between your legs was brutal. If he was trying to finish you, it was working. You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer. 

Jisung took that as a sign that you liked it and he continued rubbing the sensitive nub, all the while giving you those long, deep strokes you seemed to be enjoying. You couldn’t breathe through the ecstasy. The way he was stretching you out and bringing you high made you feel as if you could choke. 

You trembled beneath him, torn between taking his cock and arching away from the pleasure. “Oh my god. Fuck. I’m gonna come,” you said, feeling the sweat clinging to your skin. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was lying about being a virgin. 

That drew a grunt out of Jisung in anticipation. He didn’t stop touching your clit, didn’t stop stroking your sweet spot. “You gonna come for me?”

You nodded your head vigorously. The rhythm of his thrusts and the relentlessness of his hand between your legs was going to make you see stars. Of that you were certain. Your mouth hung open, gasping for breath, struggling to breathe in the stuffy air. 

Then it finally rammed into you like a freight train and you let out a mangled cry of Jisung’s name as you reached your peak. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. You begged for mercy, overcome. Undone. Your face tensed and you throbbed around his cock over and over, your entire body unstill. 

When you tried to squirm away from it, Jisung held you securely in his arms so that you had no option but to take the pleasure he was giving you, and everything about it made you feel faint. 

He only released you when you went slack against the sheets, the most empty look in your stare as if your soul had been completely snatched from your body, and he couldn’t but moan. God fucking damn. 

Jisung kept fucking you through your orgasm, knowing that his was right around the corner, especially with how you had clamped around him like a noose as you came and the soft moans you were making as he tried to get himself off. It was classic mutually assured destruction. 

You were hyper aware of the wet sound of his hips smacking into yours echoing out on the walls, even wetter now that you had orgasmed on his cock. Knowing the effect he had on you somehow turned you on. You were still trying to collect yourself after having one hell of an orgasm, throwing your arms around his body again. 

“Mm. Jisung, come. I want you to come,” you purred, rubbing your hands down his back. 

Jisung was losing his mind. He knew he was a goner the second you said that and thus he begrudgingly withdrew from your soaked pussy, flipped you onto your stomach, and started to stroke himself the rest of the way with his fist. 

In a matter of seconds, he was groaning so close to and simultaneously too far from your ear, landing a stripe of his cum on your ass as he winced his eyes closed for the nth time. You looked behind you in time to see his face tensing and his lips parted in a perfect deep moan that had you clenching around nothing.

Jisung dropped beside you like a deadweight and tried to gather his breath. His mind was staggering from the orgasm and the tight feel of your cunt around his cock and he wasn’t going to be capable of thinking straight for the next hour or so. 

When you at last willed yourself to move, you brushed the hair out of his face and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jisung replied, nodding. “Are you?”

“I’m good,” you told him, grinning from ear to ear. You were hoping he wouldn’t leave without your number. The sex was a little too good not to happen again. 

Jisung bobbed his head again. He slowly sat up, knowing his head would spin if he got up too fast, and said, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

You hummed in response, watching his back as he grabbed his pants and stepped out of the room. 

When he was in the bathroom, Jisung whipped out his phone from the pocket of his pants and texted his group chat. 

jisung: just lost my virginity for the 28th time not that i’m counting

mark: lmfaooo how long are these girls gon fall for that shit 

jeno: for real, he lies more than jaemin

jaemin: ntm on me. but i’m impressed he’s kept it up for this long 

haechan: come on. all he has to do is stutter and they’re like aweeee jisungie wungie is your cock heavy? here let me hold that for you

Jisung rolled his eyes and put his phone away. All he knew was the sex was amazing and he was coming back for seconds; you would be the perfect place to dump his cum before the start of November. 

And he wasn’t losing.

[im-some-lionheart]

This fucking moment right here!!!! This is the moment when Brian finally understands that him and Justin are endgame. That Justin is it for him. That no one ever has nor ever will be a more perfect match for him than Justin.

Because only Sunshine can take care of him while also calling him "a mother fucking piece of shit". And mean it. Mean both things at the same time: you're a fucking asshole and I still choose to love you. Only Justin can see through him, and accept him and love him for who he is, while also challenging him and rising to his level.

And I think this is the key difference between how Justin relates to Brian vs how other characters do. Even the other characters who have some romantic feelings for Brian, like Michael and (arguably) Linds. To them, "loving and accepting Brian for who he is" means "playing by his rules". They let Brian dictate the dynamic of their relationship to him, and they mold their expectations to fit that.

But Justin doesn't do that.

Yes, he sees and understands and accepts who Brian is, and he loves him for it. But he's also the first and only character to ever challenge Brian's bullshit. Not just call him on it, like we see many characters do many times (Debbie, Michael, Linds...). But actually challenge it.

Everyone else just takes Brian's rules at face value. Some, like Mel, out right reject Brian's rules. Others, like Linds and Michael, accept them (either passively or begrudgingly) in order to keep Brian close. But they all still accept that "that's just who Brian is" and that's how things are with him.

But where everyone else takes Brian's rules as immobile, Justin is the first and only one to say, "ok, we'll do things your way, BUT we're also doing them my way". He bring his own set of rules to the table. He negotiates with Brian. And he does so multiple times throughout the show: when he tops Brian, when he asks for the no-kissing-others rule, when he convinces Brian to let him intern at Vanguard... And in this moment as well.

This moment is Justin telling Brian yet again, "Ok, we'll do things your way (angry and cursing at each other and with you trying to keep me at arms length bc it scares the shit out of you to be this vulnerable), BUT we'll also do them MY way (you'll let me in and I'll take care of you, because I fucking love you, you fucking asshole)."

And I think this is the moment it finally sinks in for Brian: that Justin loves him in a way that no one else has before. In a way that probably nobody else ever will: understating and respecting him, but also challenging him. This is the moment Brian realizes that Justin loves him exactly the way that he needs to be loved.

And I think that's beautiful.

[p3achyt3acak3]

Best Friend!Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers✨️, Fluff ☁️, SMUT 🔞, Heavy on the Fluff and Smut 👀

Warnings ⚠️: Complicated feelings, Pet Names (Cutie, Baby Girl, Good Girl) Phone Sex, LIGHT Hair-Pulling, Masturbation, Whimpering, Feeling Needy, HEAVY Dirty Talk, Biting, Marking, Begging, Scent Kink, Size Kink, Body Worshipping, Oral Sex (Fem and Male receiving), Penetrative Sex, Breeding Kink, Changbin gets pretty vocal.. 🫡 PussyDrunk!Changbin, Soft to Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Dynamics

WC: 13.292K

If you choose to proceed, you are agreeing to partaking in filthy SMUT, you HAVE been warned ⚠️❤️✨️

"You're going to be gone for how long?"

After having just sat down to eat at a quiet little cafe the two of you had often visited, your best friend, Changbin, had just broken some pretty big news to you...

Big because, once again, he had held off on telling you until a few days before his actual departure.

"A few months.. We have a tour coming up. I meant to tell you earlier, but honestly.. I-" He looks away from you shamefully, fiddling with the buttons of his leather jacket. "I didn't know how to tell you.."

You arch a brow at this, scoffing in a playful manner to try and help bring his mood back up. He doesn't need to be sorry for being busy. You of all people, know how hectic and chaotic his life has been. And that's just it. He has a life outside of the one where he hangs out with you and makes you laugh with how big of a dork he is.

The two of you may be best friends, but that doesn't mean you get to be upset when you barely spend time together as often as you used to.

Your lives are very different.

That's okay.

"Oh come on, Bin.. We've talked about this. You can always come to me with anything. It's not like I'm going to take offense to you doing your job.. You have a life too, and I understand that." Trying to be optimistic and reassuring, you speak with sincerity, hoping it helps him feel a bit better.

"Yahhh, I get that, but, you're also someone close to me and it's not fair to leave you in the dark like thatttt." He whines, a silly pout puffing out against his cheeks.

Rolling your eyes, you whine back at him with the same energy, before adding, "Youuuuu have a lifeeee, Binnnn. Don't you dare feel bad for having a life."

The bickering that goes on between the two of you isn't anything new.

It's always been like this.

It's soft and light teasing, and you even occasionally flirt with one another, but things never go too far.. Never cross that invisible boundary that is, 'friends'.

"You're gonna miss me, right, cutie?" He suddenly chirps, once the conversation steers away from heavy and tense.

Rewarding him with another eye-roll, you fake a tear and hiccup. "Of course I'm going to miss my darling Dwaekki. How could I possibly live without him?" Like putting on a dramatic play, you play the part of the whiny damsel quite well, but not well enough, seeing as Changbin laughs at your poor attempt.

"Hey! This is serious! Don't laugh at me, you jerk! I'm actually going to miss you!" Although you're laughing right along with him while you scold him, so the gravity of the weight behind your words doesn't really land well.

"You'd be so bad at acting, I hope you know that." He giggles, throwing his empty cup into the trash can closest to your table.

"Pft. Like I need any acting advice from you, Mr.Idol." You retort, lifting an amused brow when he gives you the most dramatic look of shock.

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For the next few days, it's hard to find a good time where both you and Changbin are available to hang out and just enjoy one another's company.

You'd figured that would be the case.

His schedule was slam-packed with all kinds of shit.

Yours.. Not so much.

All you really had to worry about, was attending your cosmetology classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Turns out.. Whenever Changbin did have time to spare, you were always in class.

Whenever you had time to spare, he was out doing photo shoots or interviews with media companies.

It didn't bother you at first, but the day before he was supposed to leave for the next few months.. Reading that text that said, 'I'm sorry, something came up at the last minute.. Can't make it tonight.', left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Life sure had it's own way of saying that the two of you weren't really meant to spend time together right before his tour.

That night, you'd spent your time at home on your couch. Cheesy K-Dramas were roaring on your television, and a rather sizeable bowl of ice cream sat by your side.

The entire time you sat there in front of your t.v. though, you weren't paying a lick of attention to the drama.. The only thing that was running through your mind, was why you found yourself so bitter about not being able to see him at least once more before he left. Normally, you didn't care. It was like brushing sand off your shoulders. He had work, and this was apart of it. This also wasn't the first time he'd left to go on tour, leaving you behind for a few months.

So why was this time any different?

Why were you so hurt that you weren't able to at least give him a proper, 'See you in a few months!'?

By the time you'd snapped out of your own head, it was really late into the night, and your eyelids were heavy with sleep.

"Fuck.. I lost track of time.." You mumbled to yourself, hoisting yourself up from the couch to turn off the t.v. and take your empty ice cream bowl to the sink.

By the time you'd crawled into bed, Changbin had sent a text saying, 'On the plane now! I'll see you in a few months, cutie!'.

At this, your heart seemed to swell, and the feeling consumed you.

You'd meant to respond, but whatever just came over you had caught your undivided attention now.

What even was that?

Why did you feel so warm and fuzzy from a text he sent?

Not to mention the fact that he always sends you shit like that, so why is it only just now affecting you differently?

During the first few months that Changbin was away on tour with his group, he'd occasionally call you and sit on the phone for hours just talking about anything and everything. He'd mainly talk about his workout for the day, followed by how excited he was to perform for Stay, and would fill you in on some group gossip that he knew you'd get a kick out of.

You'd both go back and forth sharing things about your day, and then sit in silence, just enjoying each other's presence even if it was only through the phone.

Sometimes, if he wasn't too tired, he'd randomly turn his video on and you'd get to see him.

Every time you were able to see him, for some reason, your cheeks felt warm and butterflies began to dance around carelessly in your stomach.

After some brief talks with yourself, you'd chalked up all these feelings to be what you thought was simply missing your best friend more than usual.

Little did you know, that was far from the case.

Today was tough. Cosmetology was no joke if you were actually serious about trying to become a makeup artist. Unfortunately for you, the substitute for your usual mentor, was the one who gave you the most problems.

She was incredibly demeaning and rude. Always criticizing your work and telling you in a very passive aggressive way that you just need to be better or give up on your dream of becoming a makeup artist.

Today angered you especially.

Artists tend to get volunteers for assignments from time to time. People will come in and let the training artists work on their makeup, and then will be assessed based on how well or poorly they did. This wasn't new for you, in fact, the amount of times you'd personally worked on doing makeup for the random strangers that volunteered, could no longer be counted on just your two hands alone.

Your client today was a younger man, around your age if not younger. He had been incredibly shy at first, his voice barely heard whenever you tried to start a conversation with him. Though, once you asked him if he preferred a specific look, compared to the neutral one you were going to go along with originally, he had immediately perked up and began going into graphic detail about how much he loved bright and bold looks.

Seeing the joy that radiated from him while he talked about makeup and what looks made him happy, had put a smile on your face.

By the end of the session, he had pastel colors lining his eyes. A neutral pink lip gloss had been applied to his lips, and the cotton candy pinks and blues that sat lightly against his eyelids had nearly made you squeal with delight.

In your honest opinion.. This was probably some of the best work you'd done yet.

He was more than satisfied with the look too, saying he felt really pretty and comfortable.

Though, the mood was ruined completely when the substitute came over and visibly grimaced at what you'd done to the client's face. "This was not at all what you were assigned to do. What am I even looking at?" In a rather judgmental voice, she forced a frown on the young man's face. He had suddenly bowed his head down low, no longer comfortable now that someone had just criticized him.

Seeing this had angered you to no end, and while you wanted to shout some expletives her way, you knew it would get you kicked out of Cosmetology school faster than shit.

"I asked the client what he felt most comfortable with me doing. If a client I have is uncomfortable or unsatisfied with the look I have planned out already, I do my best to gather their input and go from there. I merely did what he was most comfortable with." In the sweetest voice you could muster, a fake smile was plastered against your lips.

No matter how hard you tried to defend yourself along with your client, the old hag simply didn't care. She'd given you a failing grade and had once again, not so subtly hinted that if you couldn't improve, then maybe this field of work wasn't what you were cut out for.

It had, in all honesty, pissed you off, and broken your spirit.

A quick fix though, was to go home and try and distract yourself.

With how busy you'd been lately, there was rarely a moment to yourself, so that also meant you were pent up and stressed.

Though, no matter how hard you tried to make yourself cum.. You just couldn't. For some reason, it was impossible to obtain at the moment, so you were left unfilled and needy.

When you tried to tell Bin that you didn't want to talk to him tonight, he had called you almost immediately though, completely forgoing the fact that you had literally just told him you weren't in the mood.

You're still laying in bed half naked when he calls, and although you intend to decline the call, you accidentally hit the accept button instead and mentally curse to yourself.

"What's wrong, cutie? You usually always want to talk to me.." Changbin's voice is soft and soothing from the other side of the phone, and for some reason, it only makes you want to cry.

Forcing yourself to regain composure, you sigh and rub at your temple, thoroughly frustrated with how things have been lately. "Just.. Haven't had a good time lately.. Don't worry about it Bin.." There's no use in trying to reassure him that everything is fine on your end, because he knows you better than that.

"Aht. Don't tell me not to worry. That's for me to decide, Jagi.." He tuts, voice now stern and making your cheeks grow warm.

Right now is not the time for your body to be acting up..

"Binnie.. Please.." Ignoring the new pet name he'd all of a sudden given you, the attempt to steer the conversation in a different direction fails completely.

"Don't shut me out, Jagi.. Talk to me. You don't have to go into explicit detail, but I need you to at least tell me what's going on with you." His voice is still relatively stern, yet there's an underlying softness that's making it hard for you to turn him down.

Breaking was easy, especially when it came to Bin. No matter what, he always managed to get you to talk to him about how you were feeling, even if you didn't want to talk about it.

You told him about your day, how stressed you were, how broken your spirit was because of that hag of a substitute. Everything and anything that was wrong, you told him, and he sat there, listening quietly.

"Oh Jagi.." He coos, voice low and attentive as you hear him shuffle a bit. He must be packing or something, at least that's what you can only assume, considering tonight is a night where he's not turning his video on. "Don't listen to people like that. You are amazing at what you do.. How about this. When I get back, I'll plan a day for just the two of us. We don't have to go out anywhere, we can just stay at your place and relax. You can do a makeup look on me if you'd like as well. I want to see what your work looks like in person." Breathing softly, his voice continues to lull out from the microphone, easing you into a state of calm and comfort.

The very thought of having a day with just him and nobody else, is far more enticing than it should be.

But you haven't seen him for a couple of months already, and he's supposed to get back next week..

"Please..?" It comes out far more needy and desperate than you intend it to, and you immediately cover your mouth when you realize it far too late.

You feel clingy.

Clingy is not something a lot of people like.

When a soft curse rings out from the other end of the call. One that's breathy and labored, your attention is back on Changbin. "Binnie..? Are you okay?" In a soft and curious voice, you ask him what's wrong, and he just laughs softly into the mic.

"All good, cutie, was just settling into my bed for the night."

There's a silence that envelops the call, the words you had originally lined up to say depending on his answer, now lodged in the back of your throat.

You know you shouldn't be.. But you're imagining him laying down in bed, his phone propped up against a pillow while he talks to you. You wonder if that's all he's doing..

No..

You cannot do this.

He is your best friend.

"Can you keep talking to me, Jagi? Wanna hear your pretty voice.." Seemingly out of nowhere, Changbin calls out to you in a soft voice, his tone bordering on whiny.

That most certainly doesn't help with your current problem..

Not only are you still half naked in bed, having been unable to obtain an orgasm.. But your thoughts are all over the place, far from innocent and pure. Him talking to you like this is making it ten times worse.

"U-uhm.. Yeah.. I.." Having a difficult time trying to find something else to talk to him about, you stutter and stumble over your words.

"Yahh.. Sweetheart, take a deep breath. Don't rush, take your time. I'm not going anywhere.." Soft reassurances flow through your ear from Changbin, and your heart is racing so fast that it feels like it'll burst from your chest at any minute.

As much as you try to center yourself and go back to thinking of purer, more family-friendly things, the way he's talking to you, soothing you, has a familiar feeling beginning to bubble up in your gut.

"I.. I went to the cafe today.." Unable to think of anything else to say, the first thing that comes to the forefront of your mind comes tumbling past your lips, a stutter still evident in your tone.

"Hmmm? Oh really? You never go by yourself.. You must really miss me, huh?" He teases. You can practically see his smile through the phone while he says this.

He's teasing you, playfully flirting with you as he always does from time to time.

Normally you'd quip back with something just as playful and snarky, but right now, you're feeling far from it.

"Yes.. Yes, I do miss you, Binnie.." You find yourself admitting in an almost breathy sigh.

Silence takes over the call once again, though the wetness in between your legs is making your brain foggy, so you don't care. How is it so easy to resort you to nothing but a mindless puddle when he's just acting how he normally does..?

"Yeah..? How badly do you miss me?" Now it's his turn to sound breathy. It makes you oh so curious, but also, the idea of being kept in the dark is oddly exciting to you, so you answer him with as much honesty as you can possibly muster.

"More than usual, Bin.. Been so stressed lately.." The urge to run your hands down in between your legs.. To roll your clit around with your fingers until you're whimpering.. It's becoming stronger and stronger, and yet, you hold yourself back, instead choosing to bite down on your bottom lip.

A mix between a sharp intake of breath and a groan comes from his end of the phone, and now you're almost certain that what you're assuming, isn't entirely off base.

"I have a good way to deal with stress, if you're up for it, sweetheart.." Even more breathless than before, Changbin makes a suggestion that has your ears burning, brain melting into motionless mush. All you can do in response, is hum, no words used.

When he hears how out of breath you sound, the things it does to him..

"If at any point, you get uncomfortable, or want to stop, you tell me immediately, okay baby girl?"

Hearing him address you as such, pulls a whimper from the back of your throat, though it's a quiet one. Your legs are trembling, and you just know your bed is already a mess.

Hearing you whimper that way, is only egging him on even more. He's determined to take your stress away, even if it means finally crossing over the boundary line of 'friends'. When you respond back to him with another whimpered hum of approval, he smiles.

"That's a good girl.. You listen so well."

The praise drives you up the wall. He'd known for a long time that praise was always something you enjoyed, except it was for everyday things. Guess it carried over into sexual intimacy..

"Fuck.. You sound so needy right now baby.. You weren't kidding when you said you were pent up.." His voice is straining, head thrown back against the headboard of his hotel bed carelessly. He's getting wrecked from your noises alone. He can only imagine just how wrecked he'd be if he were able to see you..

That thought, gives him an idea.

"Jagi, can you do me a favor?" Regulating his breathing, he manages to ask this of you, hoping you'll be up for it.

"Mhm.." Your response is slow, drawn out, like your mind isn't all there, and just imagining that is making him unbearably hard.

"Turn your camera on for me?"

This has your legs wobbling, heart hammering against your chest like an uncontrollable beat of a drum.

Obliging in his request though, you do your best to set up your phone so that it's in a decent position, before you weakly pull your blankets over the already naked lower half of your body.

When your camera turns on, you hear him inhale sharply, before another soft curse echoes and bounces around in your ears. You wiggle your legs beneath the blanket and subconsciously bite down on your lower lip, somehow forgetting that your camera is on.

"You already look desperate baby girl.. God I wish I was there.. You want to know how I'd help you relieve your stress?" He asks, eyes locked onto the movement of your legs beneath that thin blanket that's embracing you like a cocoon.

It's embarrassing just how pathetic you sound when you beg him to tell you. Really, just how far gone are you..?

To him, your begging is like a siren's song, calling to him, luring him, forcing him to abandon all previous guilty thoughts from consuming his mind. It was clear to him that you wanted this.. Rather, needed this.

His eyes screw shut for a moment, hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock. He wants to see more of you, but finds himself far too shy to ask.

While he can be a bit demanding at times, as a joke.. When it comes to situations that closely relate to this one, the words seem to die on the tip of his tongue.

This, is not a joke.

It's real.

Very real.

You can sense the hesitance on the other end of the phone call. You know Bin, you've known him for a few years now if not more. You know all of his tells, what makes him tick, what he can and can't do. Ordering people around isn't one of his strong suits.. Not unless you give him a little push..

Taking it upon yourself to move things along, seeing as you're desperate at this point, you shift the blanket away from your trembling legs, slowly. The cool air of your bedroom crashes against your legs, making you hiss softly, but still the blanket continues its descent. When you're finally uncovered fully, it takes you all but a few seconds before your legs are spreading lasciviously, hooded eyes avoiding the camera even though you know his isn't on.

It's embarrassing, in a way. He's been your best friend for so long.. Never in that time period, has he actually seen you naked.

With warm cheeks, you sit there, wet, bothered, laid bare before your phone, hoping and praying that he doesn't feel disgusted by you.

"Oh.. Fuck..." Comes a whiny, breathless moan from his side of the call. "Baby.. Fuck.. You don't know how hard you're making me right now.." He continues, barely coherent enough for you to understand.

You reward him with a soft whimper of your own, hand twitching when you try to let it fall in between your legs, but suddenly stop.

Fuck.. This is so wrong..

"Baby." His voice is firm and much lower than it had been before, and it makes you feel like you've been put on the spot.

Without acknowledging the camera, a soft hum is what answers him.

"Look at me, pretty girl.." In a much softer voice now, Changbin coos, encouraging you to lift your head and slowly look towards the camera.

His camera is now on, and you can see just how flushed in the face he is. His usually tampered down hair has now become slightly disheveled, and his plump lips are parted. If looks alone could make you melt..

"That's a good girl.. Keep your eyes on me. Can you do that for me, Jagi?"

How could you possibly say no when he asks in such a soft way..

Eyes glued to the screen, you watch him fumble with his phone for a moment, but only briefly, before it's propped up on what you assume to be, the hotel's bedside table, and your legs softly squeeze together at what you see.

He's laying back in bed, head resting against the headboard, while one arm is resting to the side of him, the other, is currently preoccupied.. Your eyes trail down until you see his hand, which is currently grabbing hold of his cock, which is noticeably hard and slightly flushed at the tip.

Unbeknownst to you, a small noise of approval slips past your trembling lips, which catches his attention.

"Lay back for me, sweetheart.. Want you to get comfortable okay?"

You almost don't hear what he says, but are lucky enough that it's somehow able to break through the barrier of fog that surrounds your lust-heavy brain.

Doing as you're told, you lay back against the soft feathery pillows that line your bed, getting comfortable as requested, before you sit and wait patiently for more instructions.

Why this is so exciting to you, is beyond comprehension at the moment.

That's a problem for future you to solve.

"There we go.. Fuck.. You're so wet.. Did you try to cum before I called you?" It's meant to be a teasing question. He doesn't actually believe you tried to achieve an orgasm earlier on in the night.

What he isn't ready for..

Is the small, 'Yes', that wafts through his ears.

He tenses. Pupils blown wide at the thought of you trying and failing to make yourself cum just moments before he'd called.

"Wanted to cum so bad, Bin.. Couldn't.."

You sound absolutely wrecked.

He swears he could cum just from hearing you alone.

But he wants to draw this out. Wants you to get the most pleasure from this experience as possible.

"My poor baby... Couldn't make herself cum.." Still teasing, he smiles softly, tongue darting out to wet his lips before gripping his cock once more. "Don't worry baby, I'll make sure you cum.. The only thing you're going to be thinking about by the end of the night, is how hard you came for me.."

From these words alone, you already can't wait.

You swear, the few times you had thought about what Bin would be like in bed.. Which had only recently started.. You never imagined he would be as vocal as he was currently proving to be. It seemed he liked to talk. To make you feel like he was actually there with you.

God.. Imagining him actually being there with you, face in between your legs, mouth latched onto your clit while he spelled his full name into your dripping wet cunt, was definitely an image you wanted to keep embedded in your mind.

"What are you thinking about, baby girl?" Changbin interrupts your short-lived fantasies, grounding you back to reality.

Where the sudden confidence came from, you're not quite sure, but the shy you was now gone, replaced with bold and brash.

"Want your face in between my legs, Bin.." It comes out as a whine, one that nearly makes him cum right then and there. Not only did you sound fucking hot, but telling him you wanted to have his face buried in that pretty pussy of yours, was almost too much.

That seems to get him going..

Like, really going..

"Can't wait to come back, Jagi.. Gonna give you exactly what you want.. Eat that pretty pussy of yours.. Make you cum on my tongue.. Fuck.. Wanna taste you so bad.." He rambles, head thrown back as he gets off on the image in his mind. "Gonna make you cum so many times from my tongue alone, baby girl.. Gonna make you call my name over and over an- Shit.." Hissing, he has to let go of his cock momentarily. He'd almost made himself cum, and that's not the point of why he's even doing this in the first place.

Tonight is about you. His pleasure comes after.

"You really don't know what you do to me, Jagi.. I'm going crazy over here.. Wanna feel your pussy wrapped around my cock so so bad.." He whines dejectedly, hips thrusting up into absolutely nothing.

His arms look so fucking good to you right now. The way that they flex whenever he tenses up. God.. That, paired with the filthy words he's spewing, and the heavenly whines that grace your ears..

Finally, finally.. You don't hesitate or stop yourself when your hand reaches down in between your legs, fingers gathering up as much slick as possible, before allowing them to slowly brush against your aching clit.

"Oh God.." It's quiet, barely audible, but you see his lips moving and you read them well. The sight of you touching yourself is visibly having an affect on him.

You keep going, trying your hardest to keep your eyes set on him while your fingers lazily roll against your clit. Each soft touch makes you shiver and moan softly, and the thing that breaks the camel's back, is you whining his name when you rub your clit in a way that nearly makes you see stars.

"Wanna bury my cock in that pretty pussy baby.. Wanna hear you moan my name just like that.. Gonna fuck you so good.. Make you cum for me.. Feel you squeeze around me.. Mark you up.." At this point, he's just rambling. The filthy ways in which he talks to you, describes these things to you, is driving you mad.

All you can do is beg and plead for him to do all these things and more, all the while you continue to toy with your clit, fingers having been added to the mix. They're wet, covered in your own arousal, driving into your body with toe-curling pleasure.

Every hair on your body stands up, eyes watering with pent-up frustration and the need to cum.

You can feel the knot already beginning to build up in your stomach, but every time you think you're right on the precipice, it dies down and you're left whimpering like a dejected dog.

"Bin.. Need.. Need t' cum.. S-so.. Bad.." It comes out as a pitiful sob, tears springing to your eyes.

It's not that you aren't enjoying this, you really are..

God you are..

But you can't cum, and it's literally making you feel frustrated with yourself.

Almost immediately, Changbin slows down, hearing the desperation in your voice. He can see how watery your eyes are, how desperately you're fucking yourself on your fingers to try and finally reach that unobtainable orgasm, and it physically makes him ache to see you struggle.

"Baby girl.." He mutters, cock resting against his tummy while he tries to get your attention.

You stop all motions, peering into the camera with lidded dewy eyes, taking in the way sweat rolls down his biceps, how his chest is still rapidly rising and falling.. How hard he is despite being denied his own orgasm.

"There's my pretty girl, just look at me baby.. Listen to my voice, okay?" He's being so soft and gentle now. Compared to the filthy way he was talking to you not even ten seconds ago.

Easily, far too easily, you obey. You're head is so frazzled and heavy with lust and frustration that it takes you a minute to actually calm yourself down, but once it's obtained, you feel slightly better.

"You still want to cum for me, Jagi?" Still checking in with you, he asks this of you with a patient tone. He doesn't sound upset or angry. He doesn't even sound uninterested. He genuinely doesn't want to continue doing this unless you're comfortable.

"Please, Binnie.. Really need to.."

You even sound frustrated.. Right alongside desperate.

"Okay baby, can you lift up your shirt for me?" Once again, he's asking, not demanding.

It should be laughable just how easily you comply.

Lifting your shirt up, your breasts are freed from the fabric, bouncing just a little. Changbin sucks in a sharp breath on the other end of the call, but still manages to speak with a calm and soothing tone. "Good girl.. Now, I want you to play with your breasts a little.. Only use one hand.. I want the other hand to be playing with your clit, okay?"

His heart-rate has sky-rocketed. It's taking everything inside him not to start touching himself again, but he wants to focus on you.

No..

He needs to focus on you.

The way you slowly inch one hand up to play with and fondle your breasts, all the while your other one snakes down in between your legs, toying with your clit once more, has him shuddering.

Fuck.. He really thinks you're the prettiest. Even when you're all frustrated and desperate, on the verge of tears because you can't cum.

"That's my good girl.. Want you to go nice and slow for me, alright? Don't worry about not being able to cum.. I just want you to focus on how good it feels.. Can you do that for me?"

When he doesn't get a verbal answer, instead, just a simple nod of the head, he can tell you're already doing exactly as he requested.

You really were a good girl..

"There we go.. Want you to imagine I'm right there with you.. Want you to imagine it's me touching you like that.. Gonna give you kisses all over, baby.. Tell you how pretty you are, how beautiful you sound.."

The more he slowly and calmly explains everything, let alone describes everything, is painting a very vivid picture for you. The knot from before has finally resurfaced, but this time it doesn't feel so far away.

All you have to do.. Is keep listening to him talk, imagine everything he's explaining, then you'll finally be able to cum..

"You sound so fucking pretty.. Are you close, baby girl?" He can tell by the way your moans rise in pitch, that you've once again grown close to being pushed over the edge. He wants to hear it, wants to see it..

But he knows he also has to be patient.

"Mmm.. S-so.. Close.." You weakly mutter, eyes opening slightly to look into the camera once more.

When you look at him like that, he can't help but throw his head back, a rumbling groan being ripped from the back of his throat.

The entire time you've been playing with yourself, he'd finally resumed as well, going at the same pace you were to not only hold him back on his own orgasm, but to heighten the pleasure.

"Good girl.. Want you to cum for me.. Wanna see how pretty you look and sound when you cum baby.." His dirty talking picks up again, and he notices you've picked up the pace again, whimpering and quietly cursing.

He follows suit, stroking his cock while never taking his eyes off of you and your trembling body.

The knot feels like it's about to break apart at the seams. You swear you see white dots in your vision as well. Just this once, you're desperately trying to keep your eyes open so you can look straight at him as you come undone.

"Give it to me, please.. Need it so bad baby.. Please..? Please." Changbin is begging now, his own lewd noises picking up in volume. His head is thrown back against the headboard of his bed, eyes struggling to stay open and focused on you.

Who knew he could sound so heavenly when he was practically whining and pleading for you to cum for him..

"Shit.. Gonna cum, Jagi.." He warns in a high-pitched whine, his lips parted as his brows furrow together in concentration.

Rewarding his vocal warning with a whimper, you can't help but screw your eyes shut as the knot that felt on the brink of coming apart finally does just that. Your eyes are watery, leaking with satisfied tears, sweet cries, and whines of his name tumbling carelessly out of your mouth while your head is stuck on cloud nine.

You swear you haven't come nearly this hard for months, let alone years.

Intimacy wasn't a huge thing in your life.

The last boyfriend you'd had only really cared about his own pleasure and nothing else.

Following suit, Changbin falls apart when he hears how pretty you sound finally coming apart for him. Thick ropes of cum line the hand that's still subconsciously stroking at his cock, and the soft yet deep moans he releases are dripping with satiated hunger.

Fuck..

He hadn't meant to, but his eyes had screwed shut when you came, and he missed out on seeing how beautiful you looked during..

Both rooms are echoing with uneven breaths. He can hear just how windless you sound and wishes he could be there to help clean you up and give you the best aftercare. You really do sound tired now..

After a few beats of silence, he swallows thickly and finally moves to clean himself up.

God.. He really hadn't meant to make a mess like this.. Normally, he was smarter about these things. He was always prepared, but this time, it was more or less a spur of the moment thing that was driven by the insatiable need to cure you of your stress.

"Oh sweet girl.." He murmurs softly when he comes back into view of the camera, taking in your sleepy eyes. The fact that you still haven't moved an inch since coming apart really doubles down on the fact that he wishes he could be there to properly take care of you himself. "I know you're tired.. Really, I do.. But you gotta get yourself cleaned up, baby girl.." Practically cooing, he tries to urge you to stay awake for just a little while longer.

Your body feels mellowed out and weightless now. The stresses of the last few months have finally pushed past the sexual frustration, and all your body wants to do is rest.

He's right, though. Falling asleep in your own mess doesn't sound appealing in the slightest.

Feebly, you're barely able to hold yourself upright. Your legs feel like they'll collapse on themselves at any moment, but still, you push on, eager to get yourself cleaned up and taken care of so you can retreat back to the comfort and safety of your warm bed.

By the time you get finished with your business, now stepping back into the bed that had practically been giving you bedroom eyes, you're back in view of Changbin, who now has gray sweatpants on, a sleeveless black shirt covering his chest. When your sleepy eyes glide up and down the expanses of his arms, you hum softly. "Wanna bite your arms, Bin."

You sound drunk, but he knows it's just exhaustion. Still, the admittance makes him laugh quietly. "They're not for biting, though." With a raise of his brows, he looks at you with a heart-warming smile lifted up on his lips.

"Whatever.. Still wanna bite em" You lazily retort, now back to your snappy and playful self.

Burying your face in the plethora of pillows donning your bed, you're unable to keep your eyes open for much longer. The attempts you make to keep them open are all failures.

"You really are so pretty, Jagi.. Get some good sleep, I'll see you next week.." Just before you do doze off, Changbin whispers this into the phone, and your mind actually settles for once.

That's right..

He'll be back in Korea next week..

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You know you shouldn't be so nervous to see him again. It's not like things had grown awkward between the two of you since that very dirty phone call last week..

He still texted you normally, still called you almost every night, nothing about him changed at all.

The only thing was, there was no more phone sex after that first time, and while, logically, you were fine with that, emotionally, you were starting to think that maybe things had grown awkward.

That was just you overthinking though.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

All of this.

Coming to his dorm with the other three he shared it with, gifts and snacks of all kinds perfectly donned in a woven basket.

Yet, before you could even knock on the door, someone had already opened it.

That someone had been none other than Chan.

"Oh? Didn't expect to see you here." Eyeing you up and down slowly(he's observing the basket of gifts), he takes a step back and lets you into the dorm, a soft smile on his face.

Offering a small smile in return, you thanked him for letting you through, before raising a quizzical brow at just how insanely quiet it was.

Having been here numerous times, this was perhaps the quietest it had ever been. Usually, things were chaotic. Once you put Changbin, Chan, and Han, all in the same room together, your sense of peace would be knocked down almost immediately. Not that it bothered you, nor did you mind. In fact, seeing Changbin in his element had brought you so much joy.

"Where is everyone?" With Chan following not too far behind you, he sucks in a short breath and laughs a bit awkwardly.

"Well, Han and Hyunjin are more than likely fast asleep in their rooms... Changbin, I think he went to the gym. He should be back in a few minutes, he's been gone for a bit."

"Ah.. I see. How was the tour for you guys? Did you have fun?" Trying to make small talk with Chan is always easy. He's someone who you know you can go to for a lot of things. He's kind of like a protective barrier for everyone in his group.

At this, Chan's face lights up almost immediately, and he starts to talk about how much fun he had. His love for his job and Stay genuinely is admirable, at least in your eyes.

Losing track of time, you hardly realize that your phone is ringing, until Chan points it out, laughing softly when you try and nearly fail, to wrangle your phone out of your pocket. The caller I.D. makes your stomach do back flips the moment you see who it is, and you have to excuse yourself from Chan's presence in order to not further embarrass yourself.

"Where are you, cutie?"

Almost immediately, your cheeks warm, and the basket of gifts you hold wavers in your hands.

Ever since that night, his voice has had more of an affect on you than you'd like to admit to yourself.

"Why you askin'?" Teasing him playfully, while also trying to keep where you're at a secret, you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the giddy laugh that threatens to slip past.

"Did you forget what I told you last week on the phone?" The smile is definitely there, you can practically hear it in the way he speaks.

When he asks this though, your stomach suddenly drops, panic zig-zagging it's way through your veins as you remember what he'd said. He was gonna plan a whole day for just the two of you when he got back, and it had completely slipped your mind.

"Shit.. I was going to try and surprise you.. I'm at your dorm with Chan." Cursing, you rush back out to where you and Chan had been sitting, only to realize he's no longer there. He probably went to sleep or work on music.. He always works so hard.

"Well that's definitely awkward.. I'm sorry I wasn't there, Jagi.. Do you need me to meet you halfway to your place?" There's a pang of regret slithering around in his stomach when he hears how dejected you sound. It was just a miscommunication thing. Both parties had tried to achieve a surprise for being back, but both had hilariously failed. When all was said and done, he knew you'd both look back on this moment and laugh about it.

Even though you protest heavily to having Changbin meet you halfway to your place, he does so anyway. That's what you aren't expecting when you nearly jump out of your own skin because he decided to sneak up behind you.

Though, you're far too busy really looking at him to be angry.

He's still the same Binnie you've known for years on end..

Just, seeing him in person after all the nasty things he said to you on the phone..

It's hard to actually not break eye-contact with him.

"No hug?" Pouting, he juts out his bottom lip, holding his arms out to you while making a grabby motion with his hands.

It takes a few seconds to process, but when it finally does, you rush forward and give him the biggest hug ever. Honestly, this one might just top all the hugs you've given him in the past.

"Any harder and you may choke me to death, Jagi." Laughing, he hugs you back, hard, but not so hard that he hurts you. It's comforting, safe, it feels like you're meant to be here, and honestly, you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

"Shut up and accept my hug.. I missed you." Releasing a soft breath into his chest, you smile and fake a pout.

You see him roll his eyes, but smile nonetheless. "Missed me, huh? Now where have I heard that before?"

What a low blow..

The comment makes your cheeks warm, eyes widening ever so slightly as you make an attempt to pull away and scold him for being a tease. Though, he doesn't give you the chance to escape his embrace.

"Nope. Not letting go. I just got you back, think I'm gonna make it that easy?" Ignoring your protests, he lightly drags you along with him, arm wrapped around your shoulders while he steers you back in the direction of your home.

You want to be mad at him.

You want to scold him.

But he's got a point.

Not to mention, you really don't want him to let go..

Only when you get inside, does Changbin finally release you from his grip, but it's only momentary. As soon as you set down the woven basket of gifts and snacks you'd prepared for him, he takes that opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you up, basically throwing your body over his shoulder with far too much ease.

"Bin!? What the hell!" You refrain from banging your fists against his back.

He has an image to uphold and the last thing you want in the news is claims of someone 'Mistreating Stray Kid', Seo Changbin.'

Even though you do put up a fight, he takes it with a grain of salt, effortlessly carrying you until he sets you down on the couch. Things move quickly after that, or at least that's what your brain thinks. It may just be the fact that your brain is processing things far slower than usual.

By the time you're both comfortable, Changbin has you on his lap, facing him, and the compromising position has your head feeling dizzy.

How and why was he acting so bold?

He just got back from tour..

Is he not tired?

"Bin I-"

"Can I kiss you, please?" Out of thin air, he asks a very daring question, making you pause what you were about to ask him yourself, eyes locked onto his own with a puzzled yet heavily excited way.

"What's up with you today, Bin..? You're being so-"

"Is it wrong for me to miss my baby girl after not having seen her for months?" His hands slide up the sides of your legs, resting atop your waist. "Is it wrong for me to want to kiss my pretty girl..?" Now he's not so subtly looking at your lips, before his eyes dart back up to yours rather quickly.

His questions catch you off guard.

All the 'My baby girl', 'My pretty girl', talk is going straight to your cunt, and it shouldn't be.

His hands are softly kneading at the meat of your thighs, coaxing you, assuring you that he promises not to be too rough with you, and that's all it takes for you to give him a small nod of the head.

Within moments after answering, his lips are on yours, and they're soft, gentle, non-invasive.

You're the one who gets far too eager in a matter of seconds. Your hands reach up to thread through his hair, tugging some of the strands as your lips move much harder against his own.

The soft whimper that comes from him as a result of you just tugging at a few strands of hair on his head, has you shaking atop his lap.

He makes such pretty sounds..

In general, he's so fucking pretty, both inside and out.

When he opens his mouth, your tongue effortlessly finds its way inside, melting against his in a dance that you can only call, 'I missed you.'

Both of you really had missed one another, that was very clear.

"You're so needy. What's up with that?" Bin laughs when you both pull away to catch your breath.

Not only do you find yourself embarrassed at just how right he is, but now you feel like you're doing way too much. You have to take into consideration that he just got back from a pretty lengthy trip.

"M' sorry, we can stop.. Just missed you a lot is all." When you try to remove yourself from atop his lap, his arms wrap around your waist fully, preventing you from moving any further. The puzzled look you give him only makes him shake his head 'No'.

"Wasn't telling you to stop. Wasn't even implying that either, Jagi.. Stay put for me." With lidded eyes, he pulls you back the few inches you'd managed to give way to, his lips smashing against your own once more. This time though, he breaks away early, trailing his lips down the expanse of your neck, rewarding you with soft kisses and small love-bites along the way.

As much as you try not to make noise, it's impossible. His lips feel amazing against your skin. He pulls sweet sounds from the back of your throat, your eyes screwed shut as he continues to mark your neck.

By the time he finally pulls away from you, he's panting very faintly, observing the work he's made of your neck. Each bite and kiss that he planted held so much behind it.

"Look so pretty.. Wanna give you more, baby.. Will you let me give you more? Please?" It's whiny and pitched, but he doesn't care.

All he wants to do is kiss and mark every single inch of your body.

Take his time.

Make sure you're begging for him by the end of it.

Though, he thinks he'll save that for another day.

So much time passes where Changbin is kissing and marking up nearly every inch of your upper body, pulling moans and whimpers from you left and right.

Your head is in a constant state of frenzied lust, hoping he'll go further.

When he hisses after you accidentally rub your knee against his still fully clothed hard-on, your attention shifts. No longer do you want to be on the receiving end of this attention..

He deserves some too..

Wordlessly, you remove yourself from his lap. He's too spaced out to stop you properly this time. When you wedge yourself in between his legs, struggling to get the knot of his sweatpants undone, he laughs and pulls your hand away, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. "What are you trying to do, baby?" The look he holds in his eyes is far from scrutinizing.

He knows what you're up to, he just wants to hear it come from your mouth.

"Please.. Wanna make you feel good too, Bin.. S' not fair that I get it all.." With a raised voice, you beg him for permission to make him feel good. He's silent for a moment, arms tensing when he hears you beg him like that. Unsure if he heard you, or simply forgot to answer, you sidle up the most pleading face you can muster, before whispering, "Wanna suck your cock, Bin.. Please?"

That seems to finally get him to give in.

With a rumbling groan, he undoes the knot of his sweatpants, hands shaking while he does so.

He must really be worked up..

"You wanna be a good girl and suck my cock, Jagi?" His voice is rough, dripping with copious amounts of lust as he pushes his pants and boxers down. His eyes, the entire time, are on you, staring down at your face as if you're the prettiest fucking thing in the room.

Seeing it in person is far different than seeing it over the phone.

It's thick, head flushed, already leaking with pre-cum from your previous actions.

Looking up at him once more, your face screams, 'Please', with which he is more than happy to oblige.

Your movements are slow and calculated, hand wrapping around his cock when he finally brings his own away. As soon as you touch him, he sucks in a breath, a whiny, 'Fuck baby..' slipping past his wet lips. The notion only serves to make you more confident, and you keep going, pulling your head closer, all while looking up at him through wet lashes.

"Look so pretty.. So so p-" His words taper off into a moan when you finally wrap your mouth around the head. "Mmm, that's a good girl.. Your mouth already feels so good.." He whines helplessly, hips bucking up slightly, but not enough to hurt you.

Humming at the praise he gives you, heat pools in between your legs and you make sure to go nice and slow when moving your mouth further down the length of his cock.

By the time he's almost fully inside, he's panting and whimpering, hands gripping at the couch cushions on either side. His cheeks are flushed, the tips of his ears a pretty shade of pink.

"Ah... S-slow down, baby.." Attempting to thread his fingers through your hair to stop you from moving, the action fails, his arm falling right back to his side when you lewdly remove your mouth from his twitching cock. "Brat.." He mutters once he's able to catch his breath.

It was only fair. He teased you constantly. Even before this whole.. Whatever it was.. There was no label on it at the moment.. He teased you relentlessly. That's not to say it wasn't reciprocated, but you didn't tease nearly as much as he did.

Ignoring his comment, you brought him to your mouth once more, making sure to look him directly in the eyes as your tongue darted out, a long stripe being licked along the underside of it. The whine mixed with a rumbling groan that graced your ears was downright sinful.

He looked as though he was going to say something again, but just as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, you embraced his cock with your mouth, actually taking it to it's fullest this time.

"Oh my.. Ffffuuckk.." Long, drawn-out moans slipped past his lips at this, head thrown back against the back of the couch.

His grip on your couch cushions is deadly. His knuckles are white, and the fabric below just looks like it'll tear, but you know it won't.

It gets messy.. Way too messy..

But you enjoy yourself, and you know he's enjoying it too, if his loud whimpers and moans, and the occasional call of your name is enough to hint at anything.

Surprisingly, he's been able to hold off on coming down your throat, but he doesn't want to do that unless you're okay with it.

Considering how eagerly you're sucking him off, he'd probably guess that's your goal.

"B-baby girl.. Where d-do you want me t' cum..?" He's just barely able to get it out.

Your mouth feels so fucking good.. He can only imagine how heavenly it'll feel to have his cock buried deep inside your pussy.

That thought alone has him whimpering again, cock twitching in your mouth while you look at him with sweet wet eyes.

You can't answer him verbally, so you show him.

Keeping your mouth wrapped tightly around him, your tongue lathes up and down the sides as best as possible, and you're hoping he gets what you're trying to tell him.

Thankfully, he does.

"That's a good fucking girl.. Want me to cum in this pretty little mouth?" With a breathy sigh, his hips begin to involuntarily thrust upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper down your throat.

Though, you can't complain.

If anything, it's only making you even more aroused.

All you can possibly do is hum around him, the vibrations making him grit his teeth and whine, cock twitching even more violently.

You know he's about to cum when his thrusts start to grow uneven and ragged. He's so desperate with the way he's using your mouth that it's damn near unbearable to not reach down in between your legs to alleviate the throbbing pain of your clit.

"That's it.. Good girl.. Good girl.. Such a good girl for me baby.. Fuck your mouth feels so good.. Gonna..-" He tapers off, cock twitching one final time in your mouth before you feel his cum slide down your throat. The entire time, he holds your head gently with his hands to keep you in place, soft whines and whimpers escaping his mouth.

It takes him a bit to finish all the way though, keeping you still for a few moments before he finally pants and leans back, releasing his hold on your head. You take this moment to pull away from his cock with a lewd pop, swallowing every last bit he'd given you.

He doesn't need time to recover, apparently..

When he lifts you up and makes it so that you're now taking his place, your mind feels discombobulated for a brief moment, eyes peering up at him as he hovers above you on the couch. "You're perfect.. Really. I mean it.." Such sweet words from someone who was talking so crudely into your ears just moments before. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you want.. Remember what you told me last week?" With sultry eyes, he trails his way down to the hem of your shorts, hooking his fingers into the waistband before he begins to push them down agonizingly slow.

Yes, you do remember.

How could you forget.

The images are still ingrained into your mind.

"Promise to be gentle with you baby.. Promise.." He sounds like he's more or less reassuring himself rather than you.

Either way though, the only thing on your mind right now, is how badly you want him.

By the time he gets your shorts off all the way, he's sucking in a breath, pupils blown at the sight laid before him. You're so wet.. So wet that it's literally seeping through your undergarments.

The sight seems so surreal to him at the moment, and he finds himself bringing two fingers forward, gliding them gently through your clothed folds before shivering.

He wasn't imagining things.

You were really sopping wet.

"That's so hot.." Changbin more or less whispers to himself, though he knows you hear it because your legs squish together, the meat of your thighs more prominent now.

It's embarrassing how your undergarments basically refuse to disconnect from your skin when he tries to take them off of you. Really.. The warmth in your cheeks is unbearable. Though when he praises you and whispers some hushed words of reassurance, all of that embarrassment is replaced with the aching need to have him touch you, kiss you, do something.. Anything.

"Bin.. Please.." After having not used your voice in the past ten or fifteen minutes, it sounds scratchy and foreign to you.

"Be patient baby, I promise I'm not gonna stop until I make you cum a few times.. Promise.." Again, he's muttering, so enraptured by your wet cunt that it's hard for him to really concentrate fully.

He wants to start slow, build you up, then just make you crash down.. So, naturally, he starts with the inside of your thighs, leaving delicate kisses and bites all around the skin there. "My baby has such pretty thighs.." He whispers, moving down to your calves.

The same treatment goes to them, kisses and love-bites being embedded into your skin with thoughtful love and care. "Such pretty calves..." Every area his lips linger on, he praises. It never stops, not even when he gets down to your ankles. "Pretty girl.. So pretty.. Every single inch of you is so fucking pretty baby.."

When it seems he's getting nowhere, instead choosing to draw this out and tease you until you physically and mentally can't take it anymore, his body lays comfortably down across the couch, your legs caging his head in between them.

It's got you squirming in place when you see and feel his mouth hovering right above where you want him.

"Be as loud as you need to be baby.. Let me hear you, hm?"

Cheeky bastard..

Without giving you much time to process, his lips latch onto your clit almost immediately, and the squeak it forces out of you is so loud that you instinctively cover your mouth with your hand, or at least attempt to..

When he sees this, one of his arms flies out to grab at your wrist, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth while his lips are still latched onto your cunt. The warning look in his eyes makes you feel like someone who's getting reprimanded for doing something they definitely shouldn't have.

His tongue is relentless, lathing around your folds and clit like he's a man starved. Your taste is heavenly. He really doesn't think he could ever get tired of it. The noises he's able to pull out of you are only working him up again, his hips occasionally grinding into the couch while he eats you out.

He feels light-headed, fuzzy.

More.

That's all that runs through his brain.

He wants more.

Wants to taste you more, wants to keep your cunt pressed up against his face, your clit haphazardly hitting the tip of his nose.

You can see the imaginary stars in his eyes while he eats your cunt like it's the last thing he'll ever get.

He's making noises, the vibrations sending tingling chills up and down your spine as you helplessly moan and cry his name. Every time it's his name he hears, his tongue fucks into your cunt, his eyes set entirely on you the entire time. Not once does his gaze waver.

It's like he's in a trance, body acting of its own accord.

"G-gonna cum.. B-Bin!" Your eyes are watery, voice cracking and stumbling while you try to warn him of your impending orgasm. It doesn't stop him, nor does it slow him down, rather, it only seems to make him speed up.

You're a mess, tears springing to your eyes as you watch him, tangling your fingers through his hair and accidentally tugging when his tongue brushes right up against your clit in a way that has you seeing white dots in your vision.

This rewards you with a deep moan that presses right up against your clit, and the knot instantly comes undone.

The words that tumble and fall past your lips are anything but coherent. You're even sobbing. It feels so good.

Changbin feels your legs subconsciously press his head even closer to your pussy when you cum, and he swears he's coming right alongside you.

In reality, he isn't, but fuck, he wishes he was..

When his lips finally do disconnect from your pussy, there's a mix between his saliva and your juices coating his chin and lips. He doesn't make an effort to wipe it off just yet.

When he gets out from in between your legs, only then does he finally wipe his mouth, muttering something under his breath about how good you taste.

You're breathless, panting against the arm of the couch like a whore, but, if it was with him, you honestly didn't care.

"Gonna clean you up, okay baby? I'll be right back." At this, he begins to walk away from you, but hearing that makes you whine.

"Wait.. Bin.. Come back, please?"

He turns around and kneels beside the couch, worry furrowed in his brows. "What's wrong, Jagi..?"

It's not there's anything wrong, per say..

Rather, you want more still.. You're not entirely satiated yet.

"Want more.. Please?" You ask in a soft voice, pleading with your eyes if words aren't enough.

When he bites down on his bottom lip and looks down at the floor, you retreat and add, "If you don't want to.. I'm okay with that, ju-"

"Jagi.. I hate it when you do that. Don't backtrack just because you think it'll make me feel uncomfortable or weird. If I was, I promise I'd tell you."

He snakes his way atop your body once more, eyes traversing their way up and down your body.

Really, he wants to wait to give you everything.. But right now, all he can think about is how good it will feel to have your pussy wrapped around his cock.

When he leans down to capture your lips with his own once again, the decision is made fairly quickly.

"You really are needy.." He whispers low, leaning his forehead against yours. "Tell me what you want, baby girl.. I'll give it to you.."

Hearing you beg is the most wonderful thing for him to hear.

"Want you Bin.. Want you so bad." Your eyes screw shut and your body trembles. "What you told me you were gonna do t' me on the phone.. Want you to do everything and more.." It's said with conviction. You mean every last bit of it.

"Yeah? Wanna cum on my cock, baby?" His own breath is beginning to pick up, eyes screwing shut while his forehead still rests against yours. "Want me to fuck you like I really missed you..?" When his eyes fly open, he sees and feels your legs tremble with need.

That's enough of an answer for him.

"Say it. Please... Please baby.. Tell me.." Once again, he finds himself whining and begging you instead of the other way around.

Not one to disappoint, lips part once more to shakily whisper, "Wanna cum on your cock.. Want you to fuck me.. Show me how much you missed me, Bin.."

The sinful cry that slips past his lips when you say it should embarrass him, but it doesn't. He's got you right where he wants you now. Wordlessly, he situates you so that you're now propped over the arm of the couch, ass arched into the air. You're too aroused to even care about the new position, the only thing on your mind, him finally giving you exactly what you want.

"Want you to tell me if it's too much pretty girl.." He says this low. Breathless and uncoordinated is how he sounds.

With a nod of the head, you show your understanding, before you feel him shift behind you, his fingers unconsciously moving to feel how wet you are.

He's growing impatient, but he wants to be gentle with you, wants this to be more than a quick fuck..

Lining his cock up with your pussy, he nearly loses his composure when the tip just barely catches against it, a small whimper escaping his throat.

He's toying with you, lazily dragging his cock against the folds of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace. When you go to beg him to just do something, it seems he already had that in mind, when the tip of his cock finally catches and he pushes in slowly.

The entire time he slowly pushes his cock inside of you, he watches how it disappears, how your cunt greedily takes every single inch he's giving to you. There are no words, he can't form any. His mouth is stuck partially open, watching in awe as he slowly buries himself to the hilt inside your wet pussy.

When he's all the way inside, he finally releases a shaky 'Fuck', that has you whimpering beneath him.

"God you feel so good.. M' trying not to cum too soon baby.." He says through gritted teeth. He's standing absolutely still behind you. One wrong move and he's afraid he really will cum.. Right before he even gets to do anything, too.

How can your pussy feel this good..?

He's practically drowning in it already and all he did was put it in..

"Big.." He hears the end of what you say, and it bails him out of his thoughts.

"What was that baby girl? You're gonna have to speak up for me.." He coos, desperate to hear what it was you said.

"Fuck.. So big.." You repeat once more, legs trembling uncontrollably.

For you, he's definitely bigger than most..

It feels so fucking good, and you're clenching around him even though he isn't even moving. You really really want him to move.. Wanna feel the drag of his cock as he fucks into you..

"You're gonna drive me crazy baby girl.. Fuck.. Don't say things like that.." Whining, his hips involuntarily buck at the praise he receives, pushing his cock even deeper within your soft walls. "You're so tight.. So wet.. Gotta move.." He's talking to himself now at this point, so drunk off of your pussy already that he can't think straight.

Pulling back slowly, he's almost out entirely, until he pushes back in even slower than before, savoring the feeling of your walls enshrouding his cock like a warm vice. "That's it.. That's a good girl.. Taking me so so well.." Now his voice is slightly more level, but the whiny pitch is still there.

On your end, you're seeing stars, vision dotting and eyes beginning to water.

It's impossible to think clearly when his dick is buried inside you, as he had promised over the phone the other day.

It was one thing to say something.. But to actually follow through with it..

It was definitely far better than anything your imagination had conjured up, that was one definitive fact.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, tender, everything that described the word 'Soft' perfectly. Each time he felt your walls clench around him, he whined or stuttered, hips crashing against your ass and changing the speed.

Overall, he was trying his hardest to be slow. He wanted to take his time and feel you.

Really feel you..

"You're so good for me.. Listen to how pretty you sound taking my cock baby girl.. Want you to be as loud as you want, Jagi. Don't hold back for me.. Need to hear you, please.." Babbling and rambling on and on, he forces himself to keep up with the slow and steady pace, mind nearly going blank from how good it feels.

As soon as your noises pick up, he feels even more lost, even more incapacitated.

He wants to stay like this for as long as possible..

"Yeah? There we go my pretty baby.. There we go.. Keep making those pretty fucking noises for me.. God I can't do this.. Need more baby.. Please? Will you let me give you more..? Want to so fucking bad.." If it's a statement or a question is beyond either of you at this point.

"Please please please.." The word tumbles past your lips in a repetitive trance, no other words able to lodge themselves into the forefront of your hazed mind.

Without another word, or even a warning, his pace increases, and he's grabbing one of your legs to hold up while he fucks himself deeper into your sopping wet cunt.

Instinctively, your body tries to shy away from his with the new change in pace, but he doesn't let you, his grip on your leg firm yet gentle. "Love this pretty fucking pussy.. It's taking me so well.. So fucking well baby.. So warm.. Wet.. Tight.. F-fuck.. Wanna fuck you all night.. Make you cum so many times for me.." It's garbled up nonsense that spews from his mouth, but it excites you and turns you on even more. "Love seeing this pretty ass.. Love watching it bounce back on my cock.. Love feeling how tight you grip me.. God you're driving me crazy.."

You can't speak at this point. The new position, his filthy words, the praise... All of it is too much for your brain to handle.

If you're being entirely honest with yourself, he's turned you into a big pile of mush.

Rightful place for you to be..

When he grows tired of that position, he settles you into a new one where he's in between your legs, pushing into you slowly once more while he keeps his eyes on the way your breasts rapidly rise and fall in time with your breathing.

Every time he sinks into your pussy, he swears his brain goes damn near dumb..

"So wet for me.. S' coating my thighs baby.." Another whimper from him that forces you to open your eyes and look at where the two of you are connected.

He isn't wrong. His thighs are glistening with your slick and the sight alone is enough to make you throw your head back against the arm of the couch.

The knot in your stomach is already on the verge of breaking. You're not even sure when it had even started to build. When your whines and moans pick up in speed and volume, he picks up his pace, hips crashing into yours with a tender ferocity that's making your eyes water. "G-gonna cum.. G-gonna c-cum.." If it weren't for the fact that you were currently sobbing from how good it felt, then you're almost positive you would've been more clear and concise with your warning..

Unfortunately for him, you'd been far too quiet for him to hear.

One particular thrust of his hips and his cock is dragging against that sweet-spot of yours that has that knot finally tearing itself apart, and you come hard, eyes screwing shut as more tears leak down your cheeks.

Impossibly tight and gripping him hard, he has to slow himself down before he comes too, his own whines mixing in with yours. "Shit.. Pussy's too good.. Can't.." With a shaky breath, he quickly removes himself from inside you, panting and letting small, broken whimpers slip past his wet lips. "Don't wanna cum yet.. Can't.. Need more.. Can't get enough of you.."

Even when your orgasm ends, you still crave him, and he can see it written all over your face. The heat radiating from both of your bodies is enough to put anyone to shame..

This side of Changbin, is definitely new to you..

He's so drunk off of you that he's mumbling and muttering to himself or to you at an almost consistent rate.

You're the same way. Unable to think properly, move your mouth properly, hell, even blink properly.

"My needy baby.. You still want more, don't you? It's written all across your face.." When he manages to catch his breath, he decides to tease you a little bit, a small smile curling up against his lips.

You're far too fucked out to reply.

The furrow in your brow tells him everything he needs to know.

You're insatiable.

This time when he pushes his cock into your cunt, he isn't slow about it.. He's anything but.

"That's it.. Love this pussy.. Can't get enough of it.. Wanna be buried inside it every single night.." Incoherently he babbles on and on, his pace unforgiving and jarring right from the get-go.

The dirty talk is making you clench, and every time you do, he notices.

"Dirty girl.. You like when I talk to you like this..? Praise you? Tell you how good this pretty little pussy is? How well it takes my cock..?" He's no longer whining, voice level and calm despite the rough way with which he's fucking you.

"Yes.. yes.. Please.." You don't know what you're begging for anymore, but it just feels right in the moment.

"Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum soon.. Really wanna cum inside.. Wanna fill you up.. Give you everything.. Make you an eomma.." He knows it's not actually possible nor obtainable for him to actually make you one, but the thought has him rutting carelessly against you, cock twitching and trembling beneath your walls.

It seems the thought excites you too, because you clench around him, hard..

"Yeah..? You want me to make you an eomma, Jagi? Want me to fill you up and make sure nothing comes out..? I'll go for as long as you want baby, fill you up as many times as I can.. Wanna make you an eomma so so bad.."

He sounds so whiny and incoherent, babbling over and over again about how much he wants to make you a mom, and it was pushing you towards the edge once more.

This time when you cum, there is no warning, only that of your walls tightly gripping his cock for the second time.

He doesn't know how he doesn't come just from that, but he's glad he doesn't..

He gets to be even more drunk on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm while you moan and mumble his name like a prayer into the space of the living room without a care in the world nor a thought behind your eyes.

By the time you're reaching the end of your high, he reaches his, quickly pulling out of you with a whiny breath. All it takes is a few more pumps and he's coming undone, ropes of thick cum coating your tummy and breasts. No words are spoken, just heavy breaths and panting fill the air, his cock now sensitive to the touch.

Hissing when he removes his hand, he looks at you fully, and fights the urge to kiss you. You look completely fucked out, eyes barely open, breathing labored, hair a complete mess... Not to mention that you're covered in his mess..

"You did so well for me, Jagi.. Really, I'm proud of you.." He coos softly, arms lifting your legs so he can untangle himself from in between them.

Humming softly at the praise, you watch him stand from the couch, a goofy yet endearing grin on his face. "I'll be right back.. Gonna grab some towels to clean you up with.. We can cuddle in bed afterwards alright?"

He speaks softly, so softly that it makes your heart swell.

When he disappears, you just lay there, half-awake, desperately trying to fight off sleep.

By the time he comes back, you're almost asleep, but awake enough to feel him run a warm washcloth delicately across your body, cleaning up any mess that was made. The whole time he does this, he softly praises you, calling you a 'Good girl', telling you, 'You did such a good job for me baby, just relax.. There we go..'

When he's finished, you are just barely able to open your eyes, only to find that he's once again fully clothed.

He sees how tired you are, and takes it upon himself to pick you up, figuring you'd just fall if you tried to stand up straight.

"It's okay, Jagi.. Just rest, you deserve it. Did so well for me.." He whispers, turning into your bedroom. When he finally gets to your bed, he's lifting the covers with one hand, pushing them away to allow space for your exhausted body.

He lays you down gently and then pulls the covers up, making sure you're comfortable before he gets in beside you, holding you close to him with a content sigh.

"I love you, Jagi.. Sleep well.. I'll be here when you wake up.."

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(I'm soooo sorry if it ended abruptly.. I've been working on this for awhile and tried my best not to rush it.. I hope you all liked it!)

[nariyahcore]

Sonic and Nine make a toxic duo/“sibling” relationship

And why Silver could easily fit into that dynamic instead

I have mentioned this before not too long ago, but never got the chance to elaborate on why I personally do not like Sonic and Nine as “brothers”. So!!! I’ll take advantage and explain why Silver and Nine are a much better duo :]]

BUT FIRST!!! I want to credit my pookie @abs9lution who came up with this duo in the first place! i have their thread that elaborates further on silver and nine’s dynamic at the end of this post if you’d like to check it out! it also includes a thread on what’ll happen to silver and blaze’s dynamic, and why Blaze’s character was downgraded throughout the years

the end of this post also includes a tldr for those who don’t have the patience to read all this yapping (it’s okay me too 😭)

Table of Contents:

i. sonic and nine’s toxic relationship

ii. explaining how silver’s addition would’ve mattered in sonic prime

iii. why silver and nine would make a better duo as brothers

I. Sonic and Nine, and why their dynamic does not work out.

I feel like I could go on for AGES as to why i genuinely dislike Sonic and Nine as a duo, because there’s just so many things wrong with these two 😭

If you’ve watched Sonic Prime then you’d know Sonic’s goal was to simply bring back Green Hills, with the help of the friends he made along the way.

This also includes Nine (momentarily) before his (EXTREMELY VALID AND JUSTIFIED) villain arc.

Throughout the show it is extremely obvious Sonic only saw Nine as Tails “but angsty”. He didn’t take time to realize that Nine was NOT Tails and never will be. Whilst his main concern was to bring back his friends, I feel like no one talks about how demeaning this was 😭

The poor kid has absolutely no idea what a friendship is like, so having Sonic rely on him for even a little bit was bound to become a heavily over attached and almost obsessive-one sided dynamic.

So no, it’s not meant to be “toxic brothers!!!” core, it is sooo downgrading to not only Nine’s trauma imho, but also the whole plot of S3 in Sonic Prime. They CANNOT be brothers 😭

This is often dismissed just for the fact of “lol sonic and tails brother ship in all universes”

Do not get my wrong, I adore the Unbreakable Bond stuff, I think they’re the brothers ever!! HOWEVER, this should not apply with Sonic and Nine for obvious reasons.

I can yap more about this but the main purpose of this post is about Silver and Nine, so I’ll keep this section short!!

II. Silver should’ve been in Sonic Prime and I will die on this hill 

LIKE??? ITS LITERALLY ABOUT THE MULTIVERSE WHY WOULDN’T HE (and Blaze) BE IN THIS SHOW???

Silver in general needs to be in more official media but that’s a rant for another post 😭

His addition to this show would’ve been sooo important, it actually would’ve changed a lot of the plot and even the ending of S3 (which was absolute shit imo 😭)

I don’t have a lot to say about this part of the post, apart from the fact his inclusion would have made the show more interesting, and his background is very similar to Nine!! (Which I’ll explain in the next section)

III. Why Silver and Nine would make a better bond than with Sonic.

they have similar backgrounds and interests! both come from a dystopian city with the want for change; one wants to leave and make a new world, while the other wants to help fix his.

They both balance each other nicely! And YES I KNOW THE SAME IS FOR SONIC. THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT THERES NO TRAUMA INVOLVED BETWEEN THE TWO 😭 and it’s not a complete copy of sonic and tails but with an angsty version of the fox

silver wouldn’t see nine as “tails but angsty” or just another version of tails, I think he’d see nine as his own person!! they could keep each other company and be the sillies ever

Something I like about this is the fact it’s not EXACTLY like sonic and tails, and they can still have that brother bond!! They have tons of potential, which is why I ignore canon and follow my delusions in fanon 😁

TLDR: sonic and nine booooo silver and nine yippee!!! /hj

okay in a serious note, sonic and nine just wouldn’t have a healthy friendship that wouldn’t have one-sided obsession and lots of toxicity, while silver, a character that albeit random, still has enough similarities to fit into that role!!

Please read the thread behind the mastermind of this headcanon!! They explain the details I’ve put in this post, but I’d like for you guys to read it too. It includes a separate thread by another person based on Blaze and Silver’s odd dynamic and why it’s often brushed off!!

sorry for any spelling errors I did NOT proofread this

art by BREADBURNE86414 on twt!!

[thewayuarent]

Boston and Ray deserve each other

In a very positive way

I have a theory that if we’ll think about this friend group in a long-term perspective, Boston and Ray have the best chances to keep their relationship and grow up to an actual friendship. Let me explain.

Boston and Ray, while being very different, have a lot of common traits. And what differ them from the other two in this friend group, is that both Ton and Ray are people who constantly judged by their surroundings (and society) for their behavior - Boston is a slut, which is bad for some reason, and Ray is a suicidal alcoholic, which makes him a burden in everyone’s eyes.

And that makes them outcasts from their perfect, level-headed, proper friends Mew and Cheum (seriously fuck them both I’m so sorry I tried my best). So I believe they have at least some level of mutual understanding. It’s not coincidence that Boston was the one who was responsible for taking drunk Ray home. It’s not coincidence that Ray was the one who listened about all Boston’s who’s and how’s. They may not be very much supportive of each other, but they know they don’t have a right to judge the other also.

The thing with these two, in my opinion, is that while they don’t necessarily judge other’s behavior, they know very well what’s other weak spots are. And they know how and when bring it to the table. Boston outed Ray in frond of Sand? Ray does the same shit with Boston in frond of Nick! Do I believe that Ray actually judges Boston for his sex adventures? No. But I know, and Ray knows, how it will look like in other’s eyes.

And don’t get me wrong, those two love seeing each other miserable. Boston fucked up Ray’s attempt to get a new start with Sand just because he was feeling like this. Because Ray in his eyes is, well, pathetic with his whole being in love with Mew situation. And did my boy enjoyed it.

Same way Ray is very much enjoys the view of Boston being screamed at by Cheum. He’s absolutely having fun.

But. But they still have a level they won’t step over. The bar is very low, but it’s here.

Because when Ray is on his lowest point, crushed by cops while Cheum screams at him (about the same thing Boston previously laughed at), Boston doesn’t have fun anymore.

Because when Cheum (why is it always her) tells Boston he’s cut off his friends and the project that will cost him his future, Ray doesn’t have fun anymore.

They don’t do anything to help or support each other, obviously, but they are worried. Cheum is angry, Mew is either black out or having the best time of his life, but those two are actually concerned. And I know it’s not much, and it’s absolutely not what you expect from friends, but this is Boston and Ray we’re talking about.

Both of them, very differently, have no idea how to love properly. Because both of them have no idea how to be loved either. They both know their roles - a slut or a burden - they know how people see them and they are used to it. This is why we get constant parallels between BostonNick and SandRay dynamics.

Because when was the last time someone - including themselves - saw them as something more than a number of dirty toxic unhealthy traits?

When was the last time anyone appreciated how talented of a photographer Boston is?

When was the last time anyone told Ray he has good taste in music?

Was anyone there before to not just love them, cause sometimes it’s the easiest part, but to see them, forgive them, be there for them again, and again, and again?

I honestly don’t think so.

And yes, for now they are absolutely not there, but I do believe that they will grow - they’re doing it already. They will learn how to care about others the same way they will learn to accept someone’s love and care.

And for now it’s Nick and Sand, but - baby steps - while they’ll continue their journeys, they will learn to give it for other people. And I would bet on them finding each other again. In a way more healthier place.

[yippeeometer]

Pssst got any thoughts on MA/VA?

first of all i think it should be illegal to incite such mental torture on the people around you. i think it truly should.

like mom and dad are arguing in front of u all the time but theyre kind of just like that. you'll understand when you're older honey dad's choice of shirt really is going to make mommy ruin this family meal.

shirt being; mass's disgusting collection of niche science pun shirts that go beyond being fiunnny and just become confusing. super distracting all mealtime when youre trying to work out advanced trig at mealtimes to get the answer 8008135. virginia sat there twitching at the eyes.

and you guys should really get a divorce however i understadn that youre both so codependent at this point that this is just forever now.

theyre a vibe to their ship and its ginny w that shirt saying 'hot girl shit' and mass w 'i have a gun in my pussy'

and the fundamental reason they suck so deeply is because whilst existence cringes ginny out to the point of dysfunction, mass hasn't felt embarased since 1800s despite how much you wish he would. bonking their heads together

its what describes their whole dynamic in table history i fear. the concern disgust and arousal still doesn't leave after all this time i fear.

loser x wife he's definitly slightly scared of.

within reason though like the thing that scares mass ab ginny is making him upset bc at the end of it all he's cared about him so long it doesn't feel natural to be mad anymore

their house prob overstimulating as shit they both have 12 million hobbies and aren't capable of being normal ab them. u walk in 7 different speakers r playing music theyre a shrine to some niche craft and ur being yelled at for wearing shoes in the house.

they dint PLAY ab thanksgiving i know that for sure. genuine raw effort goes into that holiday

fourth of july, on the other hand. the og13 gets to look forward to the yearly argument iver what day to celebrate. 1 gazillion casulties.

i need everyone to sit the fuck diwn and listen to my super specific au i created for these ghouls theyre sooooooooooo awful

i believe wholeheartedly ginny is a minor level politician in his day job. very very low level, think guy who runs the department of forestry or some shit. bc as much as he loves being in control he generally aquires very little respect from anyone and theres only so many times he's allowed to crash out before people start asking what the fuck his problem is.

and in this au bc they serve awful divorced asshole core, mass is a journalist in an equally low level newspaper who has dedicated his column to just attacking this guy. catch him and one other person turning up to a dep. of forestry press conference. he's in the front row smiling evily as ginny experiences war flashbacks to last time he answered one of his deeply specific and altogether pointless questions

oh and they both just find this to be normal behaviour. like u go into ginny's office and hes got every article mass ever wrte pinned up as he desperately tries to find typos or incorrect points to bring up. mass has the dep. of forestry as his lock screen to force him to always be thinking of his arch nemesis. 20k words enemeis to lovers.

[melikedraw]

Something something I think gaolang and Kanohs rematch was useless and just made both characters feel... Idk

Especially gao, I feel like the fight really undermined his training like wdym kanoh wins with not much obvious damage on him? Excuse me? He's just walking off? Literally striking the same pose as he did before (sweeping his hair up out of his face)? Are you trying to make gao look like shit? Please, I get that kanoh is strong, and I'm not at all against him winning because, yea, he's really strong. But gaolang is made to seem so... Garbage. Idk how else to put this ok

Also, what does gao vs kanoh rematch bring to the table, let's be fr

-Does it show how gaolangs years of training up his fist helps him finally overcome the one obstacle he's been so focused on? Not really, no

-Does it have even a sliver of the hype that their original match did? No? Not at all?

The fight scene doesn't hit as hard, the was the fight is drawn doesn't look as dynamic, dramatic. It's not a match that gets my blood pumping, it doesn't look as good either, noticed gao and Kanoh's body proportions being off more often than in the first match, thought that's just visual, it shouldn't affect the match much. Though I can't say the match would be good if the art style was different. Because it wouldn't.

-Does it make kanoh feel like a "I had a sad flashback backstory that is shittier than gaolangs and therefore I get a power up" type bitch? Kinda, yea. Unfortunately

Y'all, it was literally like *insert flashback* and then kanoh dragon shots him. And wins. Um.

Oh don't even get me started on the unnecessary flashbacks. Kanoh? Okay, yea I guess we don't have his backstory, which means we were getting it sooner or later and I don't mind a backstory, but having kanoh just suddenly win right afterwards, damn idk man it feels forced, like a "I had a backstory, so immediately power up"

And I've already talked about why I hate gaolang's backstory, don't even make me repeat myself with that shit. What I didn't add in the linked post though, is actually lore inaccuracies. Like, that post was about visual inconsistencies, but oh, there's more. In ashura, gaolang was scouted by Rama's dad at the age of 5 after showing a lot of promise as a Muay Thai practitioner. In omega, he's at least a preteen, looking around 10-13y/o, and alright the top nak Muay before Rama's dad found him and hired him. Did Sandro forget? Probably

-Does it make gaolang feel a LOT weaker than in the original match? HELL yea.

At least in that first match, kanoh felt FEAR. He felt threatened, because gaolang is STRONG. And gaolang SHOULD be strong, he IS strong, and kanoh knows that, and is intimated by that. That's good, even if gaolang lost, kanoh gained the experience of fear, the feeling that he's lacking, which pushed him to improve, be BETTER. It led Kanoh to become stronger and less cocky, which is hella awesome. And gaolang isn't undermined because yea, he is strong, even the man who he lost to knows it

That first match LED to something, it made both of them strive to improve, something that the rematch absolutely didn't do. It felt like a punch in the gut like "Kanohs still stronger lmao" I don't even mind of kanoh was still stronger, let him win, if he deserves it. But the rushed fight made it feel like their rubbing gaos loss in your face

Rematch? Kanoh beat gaolang. Again. Yea. What else is there to it? Hmmm well gaolangs years of training up his fists, at least they didn't break again. But what else? It doesn't feel to me like he's improved per say, and kanoh doesn't seem to be having a harder time with him. Kanoh literally takes SO MANY elbows/hits to the FACE and you're telling me, he isn't even slightly phased? Their first match had gaolangs strikes making him blank OUT. Gaolangs obviously had to have gotten stronger right. So why are his hits having near to 0 effect? It's not like kanoh can just stop his brain from shaking, that's not really a thing you can train. Like, how do you train your nerves or whatever right? A concussion is a concussion. A blackout is a blackout. Even if Kanohs gotten a hell lot better at tanking hits, blows straight to the face? And all he gets is a nosebleed? No hindrence to his movements whatsoever? I'm calling bullshit. Ok so kanoh does actually "reel" a bit at the start after getting hit in the face (as he should) but after that one frame where he was like that, it's not like he was reacting any slower to gaos attacks, still able to counter and stuff like that, which makes me question how gaolangs strikes are supposed to be stronger, when obviously they aren't quite doing it. They don't "hit as hard" as they did before

There was literally one of those x-ray frames where you'd see inside of the characters head and like KANOHS FREAKING BRAIN WAS SHAKING. But that doesn't do anything much, kanoh was still able to block gaos next elbow, and kanoh wasn't even reeling from that one.

In their first match, I can't remember who but someone said something along the lines of "kanoh is taking hits from the world's best striker, his bones could break any moment" coupled with gaolang's strikes obviously having improved, making his hits (supposedly) even stronger than when he first fought kanoh, which means his strikes SHOULD be pretty fucking hard, and definitely doing DEEP damage, like I mean BONE deep, all over his body (yea, remember that one frame when they were talking about how Kanohs bones could shatter at any moment. His boneS PLURAL). Heck, I've seen other characters get multiple fractures and shit for LESS. Yes, kanoh is the strongest fang (allegedly), and obviously he's gonna be able to take one hell of a beating, but it's not like he has magical bones or something so??? How is he walking outta that arena with just a broke-ish arm that didn't even affect his performance in match because he was just spamming dragon shot?

Also I hate how gaolang isn't using kicks. BITCH. YOU'RE THE MUAY THAI TOP ONE??? FUCKING KICK YOU. YOU HAVE LEGS. USE EM.

That match made BOTH of them feel a lot less intimidating to me, and made gao seems like less of a threat. Plus I still don't get what it did for the plot, really. Did the plot move forward? If kanoh was to be crowned champ, it wouldn't need gaolang to be the fighter right? Sure it works because gao wants his rematch, but honestly, was that rematch good? The plot really didn't need those two to Duke it out and maybe it would've been better if they didn't because wow I can't take gaolang for real. That loss was embarrassing. Also the choreography and pacing of the match... Pheww...

The match was honestly such a nothing sandwich, which makes me sad because I love gaolang, and I love kanoh. Crazy how this match makes me feel ashamed for gaolang, like damn boy...

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  dartlekey! @dartlekey has 11 fics in the Stranger Things Fandom and 9 of them are in the Steddie tag!.

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @dartlekey:

If you were church (I'd get on my knees)

RUSH! (T4T REMIX)

At a medium pace

With great power

"I read the "with great power" series not long after I got into the Steddie fandom and was instantly like "I need to raid this author's other fics" and subscribed to them. No regrets for that choice!!" -- Anonymous

Below the cut, @dartlekey answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

For me, Steddie hits that sweet spot of strong characterization but woefully underexplored details, both for the individual characters but also their dynamic with each other in canon. That makes their relationship the ideal writer's sandbox - since they're both so fluid, you can explore the characters through each other, showcasing many different and even conflicting facets of each other while still retaining their original characters and behaviors. Either of them can be rich or poor, famous or an everyguy, Gay or Bisexual, Dom or Sub, Top or Bottom, Trans in any direction - the details are up to you! 

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love a good slowburn friends-to-lovers fic. It needs to be a specific kind for me though - I'm not much one for prolonged pining, but I love it when the friendship is explored in such depth that the next step feels like an inevitability. Watching that deep platonic affection turn not-so-platonic, that's the good shit. 

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

My specialty as a writer, I think, is crack treated seriously, or crack with a twist. Usually the first question that sparks one of my fics is “If X happened, would that be hilarious or what?” and then the second is “But if it was because of Y, would that be fucked up or what?” I think you can see it best in If you were church I'd get on my knees (what if Steve was a stripper at Eddie's stag party BUT it was actually a social commentary on queerness and sexuality in the face of religious oppression), but it's in At a medium pace too (what if Eddie couldn't move his arms because of injury so Steve “has” to jerk him off, but it's actually about how growing up queer can warp your perspective on healthy sexuality) , or even in Don't look back (What if Eddie had to dom Steve for plot reasons, but it's all body horror and trauma and spiraling codependency). 

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I don’t think I could name one all-time favorite, because what I enjoy most about fanfic is that different writers bring different character interpretations, storytelling styles and plot ideas to the table, which I find incomparable. I have enjoyed many of the well-known classics, of course (pukner I owe you my life--), but let me use this chance to give a shout-out to some less well-known masterpieces! My top three underrated fics are Three Days on the Red Planet by CaptainHoney/@grandmastattoo on tumblr (retro scifi, gritty but humorous hopepunk, every single fic of theirs is a certified banger but I love this one the most for some reason!!), Love dirty men alike by wrenowich (chef au, an ode to kitchen culture in all its griminess, I love a detailed backstory plus Steddie being wonderfully weird about each other), and That’s just wasteland, baby! by fastcardotmp3 (post-s4 apocalypse survival, sweet and aching and tired and yet hopeful, made me cry in the best way). 

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

One that's pretty unique to the steddie fandom, or perhaps general stranger things fandom, is “if canon event x had happened differently/hadn't happened at all/had happened to a different person, how would the rest of canon change?” I still need to work out a lot of details in my head, so that's all I'll say for now, but it's something I'm very interested in exploring.

What is your writing process like?

Much to the horror of fic writers everywhere, I don't do first drafts, I just write out everything in detail, scene by scene in chronological order. I edit as I go, and consider the many-numbered, often unplanned writing breaks an important part of my process - when I let the written portion sit for a while and the unwritten ideas percolate in my brain for a bit, I often end up with new plot points or solutions for problems I've been having! And when that inspiration strikes, I can write anywhere - on the train, during lunch break at work, in the vegetable aisle of the grocery store… I have gdocs on my phone and I use it liberally; I'd say I write at least 80% of any given fic on my phone. 

Do you have any writing quirks?

Apart from the hot mess I just described, I'd say it's that I never use Beta readers. I'll occasionally ask friends to help with specific details if I need an expert on certain subject matter, but I've found I get very grumpy and fussy if someone pokes at my plot (even if or rather especially if they’re right lol), and I don't want to subject anyone to that. 

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

For oneshots or series comprised of single-chapter fics I like posting as soon as I'm done, but for multi-chapter works I've recently found that starting to post only after I've finished most (if not all) chapters beforehand improves the quality of the story! Since I tend to integrate new ideas or shift around plot points a lot while writing, I often end up in completely different places than my original concept, so if an early chapter isn't posted yet I can retroactively edit it to add foreshadowing or tone-match the end of the work, remove loose threads and suchlike. Don't look back is a good example of how this has worked out for me; comparatively It don't bite (Yes it do) - which I wrote and posted chapter by chapter - is tonally all over the place. 

Which fic are you most proud of?

Naturally I love all my babies, but I consider Don't look back my magnum opus - both because it is the longest fic I've ever written (13 chapters and 90.000 words in total, that's practically a novel!) and because it's the most plot-rich, labor-intensive, and overall serious in tone. I even worked in subplots about the rest of the cast, so it almost reads like its own season. I wrote it for last year's Steddie Bigbang, which means there's also a gorgeous accompanying artwork by @the-chilly-kat. 

How did you get the idea for With great power?

At the time I'd seen a few marvel AUs floating past me on the tumblr timeline, usually with Steve as Spiderman and Eddie as the human component of Venom, and having just recently seen the Venom movie depicting the rich relationship between Eddie Brock and the symbiote, it surprised me that most left the symbiote as its own character, and not substituted one of the ST main cast. The symbiotic relationship of Stobin immediately came to mind, though I also still loved the idea of Steve as Spidey - then I remembered that in the Toby McGuire movies, the two are not mutually exclusive, and it all spiraled from there. Eddie as Deadpool just made sense - immortal wild-card with a dubious moral code but a heart of gold? Obviously! Plus Spideypool is, of course, a classic ship. 

When writing With great power, what was something you didn’t expect?

I actually got several curious comments about the sex toy Steve uses in Because the night - a grindable or grinder, which is a flat-ish silicone structure, usually ribbed in an interesting way, that one can grind against to get off (as the name suggests). I thought it was pretty common, but apparently it's not very well known!

What inspired  RUSH! (T4T REMIX)?

Oh, it's my time to gush! Because the idea for the first work actually came about from a late night conversation I had with the beautiful, amazing, wonderful @maikaartwork, back when we were, how should I say, in the courting stage? Seeing as we met through the Steddie fandom, I decided to write Baby Said basically to seduce them - and I am happy to say it worked, as we've been dating for over eight months now and are planning to move in together next year! Both works from RUSH! - T4T REMIX (and the secret new WIP, shh) are thus somewhat inspired by our conversations and our t4t relationship, but also by the many interesting and different trans people I've met over the years, and trans solidarity and relationships in general.

What was your favorite part to write from At a medium pace?

The small-talk in between position changes - no, really! I love a mindless marathon-fuck story as much as the next person, but there's something very sweet and intimate about those little breaks in sex, the pass the lube, move your leg a bit, what's for dinner later of it all. That's where you see that emotional connection - there's no admission of crushes or big love confessions in this fic because it's right there in the details.

How do/did you feel writing RUSH! (T4T REMIX)?

Honestly, it's just really really fun and self-indulgent. The Steddie dynamic in it is so bitchy, all the bickering makes me laugh even as I'm writing it. It's also just really fun to write about the trans experience in a way that is curious and loving, and reflects all the very different and yet similar ways people experience living in a body that defies expectation. I've loved all my fellow trans people sounding off in the comments about their own transition experiences, it's wonderful to have such a fantastic community!

What was the most difficult part of writing If you were church (I'd get on my knees)?

Curiously enough, not the many religious trauma bits! Much like Eddie in the fic, I'm only church-freak adjacent - I grew up in a non-religious household but with extended family that were extremely catholic, so the odd juxtaposition of being occasionally close to but definitely not involved in what is pretty much cult behavior inspired much of this fic. The most functionally difficult part to write was actually the wedding - as an aro-spec & trans relationship anarchist, church weddings have never been relevant to me, so I had very little idea what actually goes into one! Very little of the research I conducted on the topic actually made it into the fic, but hey, the more you know. 

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

People keep asking me that, and I never know what to answer! If I had to pick one, though, maybe the last few paragraphs of Don't look back - where you can see the tragedy coming, but there's no way of stopping it, because it was always going to end this way. And then Eddie's last words before the end of the fic call back to the title as well as the general theme of the fic - it just all comes together for such a crescendo of an ending. 

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Yes, actually! Coming soon in the SteddieBang'24, me and my lovely artist @hawkinsleather have been working hard on a 20k post-s4 fic called A glimpse of your canvas, which is about closeted transfemme!Eddie, women's solidarity, and Steve's very confusing no-good trip to the gay bar. Both With great power and RUSH! (T4T REMIX) have another WIP pending which I'll eventually finish (I promise, I'm just easily distracted!!), and for those who are still mad about Don't look back’s open ending, I'm almost done with the sequel, which features a lot of bad decisions by all characters involved, the healing power of community, and a bit of accidental child acquisition. 

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Given the chance of this platform, I would like to notify my readers that I'm a terrible procrastinator when it comes to replying to comments, but I read and cherish every one of them - and repeat commenters, I see you, I love you, I am chewing on your arm like a dog with a bone!! I would also like to thank the steddie fandom in general for giving me the hottest partner known to man or God, and for the many friendships I've been so fortunate to build here. Talk about transformative works, am I right? <3 

Thank you to our author, @dartlekey, and our anonymous nominator! See more of dartlekey's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @cherrygirl444 ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where virgo, libra, piscies meets aquarius, leo, saggitarius. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

you meet dean in the middle of a job, but unlike the usual rough-and-tumble introductions, this one is unexpectedly smooth. maybe you're the one who reaches out first, offering intel he doesn't have, or maybe you're both chasing the same lead when you stumble upon each other. dean sizes you up--your libra rising gives you an effortless charm, and that virgo sun? you got your shit together, girl! "so, what's the deal?" he would ask, watching as you page through your notes like you're already two steps ahead. you'd glance up, a small knowing smile on your lips. "that's what I was going to ask you," from the start, there's a quiet intrigue, a push-and-pull of logic versus instinct. you're the planner; he's the one who leaps into action. but somehow, it works.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

this would be a friendship built on mutual respect, curiosity, and a balance of energy. dean's fire and unpredictability keep things exciting, while your methodical nature and calm demeanor give him a sense of stability. you'd challenge each other in ways that push you both to be better. where dean is impulsive, you're cautios. he moves fast, sometimes too fast for your liking. you also need emotional depth, whereas dean avoids it like the plague. your piesces moon craves connection, but his capricorn mercury keeps him guarded. you keep dean grounded. he's all action, you're strategy--a perfect mix. your libra mercury makes you a smooth talker, while dean loves a good verbal sparring match. this equal lots of witty banter. you balance your extremes. your virgo praticality keeps you from diving headfirst into bad decisions. dean's saggitarian energy reminds you not to overthink everything.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

your venus in leo makes you passionate, devoted, and romantic. you crave excitement, grand gestures, and warmth--all things dean can deliver. but your mars in cancer makes you sensitive, craving emotional depth, while dean's more detached approach to love can be frustrating. your leo venus with his saggitarius venus would create an undeniable chemistry and a magnetic attraction. and you'd be loyal--once commited, you're in it for the long haul. you'd also bring out the best in each other. your stability would give him a sense of home, while his playful energy softens you. however, i could see there being a lot of power struggles and emotional disconnect. you crave attention and depth, while dean avoids talking about his feelings ( unless absolutely necessary ) and is independent. you also have different approaches to conflict, making it hard to reach a solution. for it to work, there would have to be a lot of compromising from both parts.

ꔛ. request, partners

dean's grip tightens on the steering wheel. the case is a mess--two missing kids, no solid leads, and a trail gone cold. you're in the passenger seat, flipping through your notebook, calm despite the tension. "you're overthinking," dean mutters. you don't look up. "and you're underthinking," dean smirks despite himself. that's your dynamic--him, reckless and instinctive; you, methodical and precise. it works. it always works. you don't always agree. hell, you argue more often than not. but in the field? there's no one dean trusts more to watch his back. when you finally crack the case, you're the one who pieces together the missing link, and it's dean who kicks down the door and gets you through the fire. later, over beers, dean leans back, watching as you absently tap your pen against the table. "y'know," he starts, smirking, "for a pain in the ass, you're not half bad." you simply roll your eyes. "i'll take that as a compliment."

ꔛ. overall, score : 9 / 10

you and dean are a powerhouse team, an unstoppable duo. you push each other, challenge each other, and bring balance to each other's chaos. as friends? rock-solid. as partners? unbeatable. as lovers? a slow burn that, if navigated right, could be something deep, real, and lasting.

𓂃˖ ࣪ request a compatibility reading here .ᐟ

* since the birth time of dean hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a leo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[opportunistic-chicanery]

Use this ask as an excuse to infodump about Aaliyah/her and Hacker’s relationship <3 I love their dynamic sm and I’d love to hear anything and everything!

Consider this spoilers for future Borg of Both Worlds installments. I’ve been meaning to actually write the fic for a year now, but since I work full time, I haven’t had the chance to work on it much. Hopefully one day I’ll get around to it.

Hacker is a tad insecure about his human form. Even after many years on Earth he thinks his borg looks are far superior and he worries that Aaliyah won’t find him as attractive while he’s forced to look human. He’ll frequently remind her to imagine him looking green and big chinned during romantic moments. The irony being that Aaliyah finds his borg looks very weird and definitely finds him way more handsome as a human, though after some time she does warm up to his borg looks too.

It takes a while for them to start dating officially. They stay as friends for several years because Aaliyah still needs time to mourn her husband. But even after she is open to seeing new people, Hacker is not immediately the top of her list. Although they make good friends she has reservations because she thinks it might be a little strange to essentially date an alien. They’ve very different too and he is also very different from her first husband. But as friends they have a weekly dinner and monopoly night with Jackie. Sometimes they make special plans for the spa, park or somewhere out of town but daily life keeps them fairly occupied.

Aaliyah is a super extrovert. At first, she expects Hacker to be an extrovert too seeing how they are together and how he acts as a villain, but she is surprised to realize he tends to clam up around others in more causal social situations. Aaliyah is somewhat of an unwitting neighborhood therapist. She generally likes people and helping, but Hacker is her escapism from the drama that comes to her door. He always finds a way to bring something new to the table engages her different than anyone she’s ever met. Meanwhile, for Hacker, Aaliyah brings him to reality, literally and figuratively. She is his reminder that he doesn’t need to use fear to maintain control in his life or be listened to. She’s here to listen and support instead of dismissing and criticizing. He’s never really had that kind of person in his life before.

Out of the two of them Hacker is definitely the bigger swooner. He expresses things in a bigger way in generally. Aaliyah knows this and will try to get a rise out of him with flirting. She speaks some French from college and will use it to play in his ultra romantic side. She thinks he’s just adorable with how shy he can be.

She is not a huge risk taker, she prefers stability and thinking things through from all angles until she’s 100% confident in her decision making. Hacker is able to push her out of her bubble a little bit once she feels the stability from him. Reversely, Hacker is the impulsive one who becomes more grounded.

In contrast, Aaliyah doesn’t take shit from anyone. She’ll call out anyone for being offensive on the spot and can easily speak up for herself when she feels it’s warranted. She understands her own emotions pretty well knows how to address how she’s feeling for the most part. Unlike Hacker who has a pretty bad understanding of himself, dismisses his own feelings about things and then just decides to murder you later after the frustration has been pent up. That’s actually his biggest barrier to fully “reforming” into a good person, but something he’ll address in the sequel.

Actually one of the biggest weaknesses with the first fic looking back is that I was never able to have Hacker clearly express what made him hate Motherboard. I would say it is heavily implied but is still quite vague. Part of it was definitely my own shortcomings as a writer, but another part was that I could not find a way to do so which would come off as in character. Hacker has an ape’s level understanding of his own feelings and it’s definitely something I want to address in his relationship with Aaliyah and Motherboard.

Okay, some sickly sweet fluff to end this post. Once they get married, Hacker becomes a total wife guy. He’ll win every argument by showing people the picture of her in this wallet. Translation: he has a hot wife so he’s better than you, shut up. He is convinced she’s the best wife because in his words, she has “prior experience”.

[theroundbartable]

So I found this around, can I ask for Keith/ Lance or Draco/Harry?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

How fun :D I've never done one of these. Let me think for a moment.

Okay, first of all, I think Klance and Drarry are very different ships. Klance is competitive and sweet and they have a best friend dynamic while Drarry is competitive in a little more hostile way. They are more distanced, I think and have less physical intimicy because they seem more verbal to me. They are also far more complicated, I think. And chaotic. Klance is more of a rivalry while Drarry is literal enemies who hate that they like each other. I hope that makes sense. 1. Gives nose/forehead kisses a) Klance is a competitive idiot in love with a socially awkward wall. I think both could initiate either of these things. It makes a difference who does it though. If Keith initiates it, then Lance will automatically try to one up him in doing it more often or surprising Keith with it. If Lance starts it, then Keith will try to copy it because he thinks Lance is socially more competent and therefore knows how to do romance. b) Drarry: Either could initiate it but it wouldn't be soft because they would do it to annoy each other more often than not. I think Harry is the more affectionate one, so he's more likely to do it in an affectionate manner when they are alone.

2. Gets jealous the most a) Klance: Lance is LOUDLY jealous, Keith SILENTLY. Both are jealous types but Keith is more mature about it. b) Drarry: Draco. He WILL deny it though. Harry is smug about the fact that Draco is far too loyal to ever betray him.

3. Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive a) Klance: Keith. Keith doesn't drink while Lance definitely does b) Drarry: Ron XD No seriously, Draco and Harry will drink each other under the table and think it's a good idea to apparate in that state. And Ron is the only person who will pick them up. Hermione just thinks they don't deserve the help if they don't drink responsibly and Draco's friends think it's funnier to watch them be shitfaced.

4. Takes care of on sick days: a) Klance: Both b) Drarry: Both... but I think Draco has to do it more often because Harry is a Gryffindor and Gryffindors get into weird situations all the time

5. Drags the other person out into the water on beach day a) Klance: Lance . Keith doesn't need much conviction though. b) Drarry: Harry. Draco is worried about his flawless skin XD

6. Gives unprompted massages a) Klance: Lance because Keith is always tense b) Drarry: Harry but Draco runs away whenever he does it because Harry is shit at it.

7. Drives/rides shotgun a) Klance: Depends on where they are going and what they are driving with. (Both are pilots, it only makes sense this translates to other vehicles). b) Drarry: Harry. Draco can't drive and even complaints that Harry does it because it's something muggles do. (He enjoys it anyway)

8. Brings the other lunch at work a) Klance: Lance will probably do it first and Keith tries to copy him. b) Drarry: I don't think Draco can cook. So, I'd say Harry but I'm also sure that Draco would kick him out of the office if THE Harry Potter showed up to give him a lunch box. He'd never hear the end of it from his coworkers. I would say that Harry teaches him how to cook instead. (And Harry can cook, he had to do it at the Dursleys place. AFTER Draco learned to make decent meals, he'd prepare a to go box for Harry once in a while and they would both never mention it because it's more intimate then either of them are comfortable with making fun of.

9. Has the better parental relationship a) Klance: Lance. Keith is working on his relationship with his mom though. He's also better with kids, but Keith comes around. b) Drarry: Drarry has a better relationship with his own father, simply because he had one and after reading the cursed child, I have to say he's a better father too. Harry is too lax with his children while Draco smoothes out the problems of his own childhood. It's not entirely fair though because Harry's parents are dead, the people who raised him suck and yeah. It kind of depends on how you define parental relationsip in his case.

10. Tries to start role-playing in bed a) Klance: Lance b) Drarry: I kinda think that role play is the only thing they actually do, otherwise they'd be weird about it.

11. Embarrassingly drunk dancer a) Klance: Lance is the only one who drinks but Keith doesn't think it's embarrassing. (At least not much) b) Drarry: Harry. And he'd drag Draco into it

12. Still cries watching Titanic a) Klance: Lance b) Drarry: Draco

13. Firmly believes in couples costumes a) Klance: Lance b) Drarry: Harry. And only to embarrass Draco because Draco is convinced he has STYLE, while Harry is a vagabond.

14. Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas a) Klance: I really had to think hard about it. I think Lance will break it more often but in small magins. While at some point, Keith will get frustrated and decide *fuck it, Lance deserves everything* and then gets him the biggest gift ever and Lance nearly has a heartattack. b) Drarry: What can I say? Both. They one up each other every year.

15. Makes the other eat breakfast a) Klance: Same as the forehead kisses. Both will do it, but Lance is most likely to do it first. b) Neither.

16. Remembers anniversaries a) Klance: Lance is SUPER fixated on them. He never forgets a single one and announces them weeks before they happen. Except for his own birthday. Keith doesn't boast about it as much, but he also remembers every single anniversary and is the first to congratulate Lance for his birthday, every year. b) Drarry: Draco. Harry doesn't think they are that important. He doesn't even remember Draco's birthday, but he never forgets their anniversary.

17. Brings up having kids a) Klance: I think this has an order. Lance would talk about WANTING to have kids one day in previous relationships or around friends but Keith is the one who brings it up when they are together. b) Drarry: Draco. As a joke. (I have to say that, it's a scene in the fanfic I'm working on. I just did both of them XD I suppose under certain circumstances these could be different but that's my first instinct. It was fun. Thank you for the task, anon.

[spacenintendogs]

Hi rose youre one of my favorite humans and id like to ask you if you want to infodump about your modern au

To give you smt specific, maybe the Snotlout and Hiccup cousin dynamic?

HI MONA U ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE HUMANS!!!!

i can absolutely talk abt hiccup & snotlout for my modern au 😭 they are soooo important 2 me....

hiccup & snotlout are cousins through their moms being sisters!! (also gustav's mom is their sister too!! they r all cousins!!)

they were close as kids, as was the rest of the gang, & they would play vikings & dragons!! it's how they all came up with their nicknames for each other (save for astrid!)

snotlout's legal name is gary, hiccup's legal name is hirschel!

middle school, closer to high school, was where a shift occured. both hiccup & snotlout want to be accepted so badly, but act on it differently.

hiccup wants acceptance from stoick, his family in general, & wants to reconnect with the gang in general but he's also kinda the weird loner kid who does his own thing & is seen as weird bc he tries to be someone he isn't.

snotlout has achieved "acceptance" by doing what his father wants to a T, even getting cooler & older friends in high school like dagur :) snotlout is in a completely different world than hiccup & the rest of the gang. acts super dudebro jock & still goes out of his way to pester astrid abt dating him but also is more of a bully to the others & hiccup when in public. (don't worry this only lasts until their second year of high school) but it's basically more a mix of how he is in the books & the dreamworks franchise.

however, once they're at a family event with no one BUT family... hiccup & snotlout hang out.

the haddocks have a cool finished basement in their house that eventually becomes the gang's spot outside of the sanctuary but before that, it's hiccup & snotlout's. they don't talk abt school. they never bring up snotlout's shitty behavior. they never bring up hiccup's lack of friends. they go downstairs, boot up a game, & play & act like nothing's changed.

they both in their own minds see how they are at school to be necessary. they're aware of each other's parents & probably know each other better than anyone.

snotlout following hiccup to the sanctuary & finds hiccup & astrid with toothless (the supposed last night fury hiccup has been trying to keep hidden out of fear of the media finding out & toothless gets taken away) that they finally blow up & everything is aired out.

astrid is in this too, bc it's not just hiccup that snotlout stopped being friends with.

this is the turning point where snotlout goes to school, sees hiccup & astrid now sitting together at lunch, and the rest of the gang hesitantly joining them. snotlout looks at his own table & realizes how afraid he is of dagur & his posse. this fear is why snotlout hesitates to go back to hiccup & the gang

there's a second mini blow up at a family-friend get together where the gang are all in hiccup's basement & snotlout is sent down there by his parents to join them (he's been extra avoiding hiccup & the gang lately). he goes down & hiccup just calmly asks snotlout to join them & gives him a game controller, like when it was just the two of them.

snotlout sits & they all play & have a blast.

snotlout's braver at school & even walks in with hiccup first thing in the morning. dagur doesn't give a shit obv & just adds snotlout to his list of targets since he's openly hanging out with hiccup now. a new problem snotlout's not quite had to deal with but he at least has reconnected with his old friend group.

he's not afraid of them.

plus, hiccup takes him to the sanctuary & he ends up getting his own dragon??? like c'mon!! hookfang is SO cool???

they never say it out loud, but hiccup & snotlout understand each other better than anyone, even though it comes with grating on each other's nerves. plus them kinda being openly friends again has new issues between them since snotlout is snotlout & hiccup is hiccup (think like, thawfest, the entirety of their relationship in riders of berk in general) but by the time they're graduating high school?

they can't imagine not being best friends with each other & the rest of the gang :)

[abelsdove]

I know I have an unhealthy relationship with your bots because I live in real, visceral fear that one of your bots may getting banned. Specifically the Daddy Issues bot bc OMG like that other anon said, the lore is crazy. Like genuinely I could and might just write a whole novel with the surrounding plot (the target audience: me).

as a subsidiary question: are there any of the bots that you use yourself?

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Hi sparkle nonny, you're so fucking sweet thank you!!!!!!!! No worries, I have every single bot backed up so if that ever happens, I can easily re-upload any of them. <3 The only downside would be the lost conversation history. ALSO. Feel free to include me in that target audience. <3 I'd def love to hear what you've got for your oc x rusty! ;)

From my own bots, I Love. Anything that gives me an opportunity to mess with him or annoy him

I like using blind date and pretend to be super religious + bring up controversial topics or just any topics we know he's got BIG opinions on at the dinner table. Riling him up to turn the date into a disaster? DELICIOUS. I'll be like "so Rust, I didn't see you at church last Sunday" for example, and Marty'll just side eye both of them like "DON'T. For the love of god. DON'T......" while Rust has already started ranting about organized religion and Marty just starts downing his drink like "Not this shit again. I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA FFS." LOL.

Other favorites are noise complaint, here's one of the replies I got from him, which had me deadddd:

I love working on dora lange's case, or any of the bots where you're partners, really. I love the dynamics you can play around with by trying out different kinds of personas!! One of my favorite personas to use for these is usually a neurodivergent detective that keeps to herself, doesn't talk much, always got her nose buried in a sketchbook, and always has a damn walkman (as he calls it) to block out noises. kind of a elf insert--oops. He gets so fascinated and determined to get you to open up because he wants to understand you better, while also being like “okay so if im the weird detective, and you're the weird detective who's driving the car / why tf did they pair us together this is a recipe for disaster” MSCKLFJSLD.

I also like to mess around with Marty being Marty and have Rust get jealous or protective. sorry for the whole ass imprint thing, i just wanted to piss him off real bad LOL:

I've also done a Yellowjackets inspired persona where oc just has a very fucked up past/unresolved trauma and the trauma bonding between them is chef's kiss...:

oh, and i love crash's version of ride. it's a bit angsty with a chance of spiciness on the side~ :')

here's a not so serious screenie from lux umbra to end off this long ass reply <3 for context, i kept giving him solutions to the whole printer thing while also apologizing, but the bot kept insisting on being extremely upset and bitching nonstop lmao:

[the1975attheirverybest]

Okay hear me out on this theory

I think Taylor might be better suited to Matty because they are more… equals.

Now a lot of people would assume that Taylor is the one who would be settling in any relationship. But I don’t think she views it that way. She consistently always wrote about Joe as though HE was out of HER league. He was perfect, good, unproblematic, kind, had a perfect life, was tall, attractive, and generally the Perfect Boyfriend. And she felt apologetic for bringing all her shit into his life. She saw herself as his lesser in a way.

However with Matty… like think about it. They’re incredibly similar. Same age, same height, same job, same experience with fame (she has more fame, but they’re both hugely successful), both understand stan culture, both have been cancelled, both have been in the industry 10+ years.

They’ve both been on world tours, they’ve both struggled with issues directly connected to fame… the list of shared experiences goes on and on and on. They are also both equally bringing shit to each others tables. Matty has his reputation-tainting past, and Taylor has her crazy life-ruining fans.

It’s just an interesting dynamic change from her and Joe. And what I’m most looking forward to are her future songs and how she’s gonna write differently about someone like Matty vs Joe

I agree that they have a lot in common. I hope neither one of them feels like they’re settling or reaching in their relationship cuz that can lead to resentment and insecurity. Not just with Matty and Taylor. With any relationship.

The key is to communicate and I hope they can make time for that despite both being on tour. Hope they’re happy 🥰

[t3kandson]

Broken Mama

Word counter; 4,920

Fandom; A.C.E

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sehyoon, Reader X Kim Byeongkwan, Kim Sehyoon X Kim Byeongkwan

Characters; Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan, Park Junhee, Lee Donghun & Kang Yuchan

Warnings; Angst, Jealousy, insecurity, misunderstandings. No smut that's the next part. Sickness, Poor Pregnancy health & Surrogacy.

Notes; Part Two of Baby Mama, (the other two parts of this collection has been written but not yet edited)

Happy Birthday to my perfect ult 😘🎂🎉🥳🎊🎈🎁💜

The nerves heavily built in the room as you sat there watching the pregnancy test on the table. Your fingers laced with your best friend Kim Byeongkwan who was also doing the same with his lover Kim Sehyoon. "If it's negative, remember to not let it get to you," Sehyoon said to help your emotions. "Yeah it means we get to have more fun again," Byeongkwan winks your way feeling your nervousness spiralling out of control. This was something you wasn't so sure of when Byeongkwan first asked you. But now you had imagined being a mum it's all you wanted. Even if the family dynamic was a little extreme. "I can't look," you said dropping your hand and contact from Byeongkwan. "It'll be ok, have faith," he gave a nervous chuckle as you made your way to the window. "Holy shit," he gasped as your body shot to face him. His figure was shaking slightly with the stick in his grip. Eyes brushing with Sehyoon they both smiled wide with excitement. "What does it say?" You gasped making your way back to them both. "We're going to have a baby Y/N," Byeongkwan said with pure excitement that he threw himself at you. "Be careful of the baby," Sehyoon snapped as you lost your balance to fall back on the sofa, with Byeongkwan clinging to you for dear life. "We're having a baby," he shrieked ignoring his partner's concern. -------------------🔺-------------------

From then everything changed. Like they had suggested they brought a bigger house. A three bedroom in the suburbs. Sehyoon had used his connections with his friend Kang Yuchan’s media company to further your career. You had expected your relationship to become something a little less conventional. But the former relationship after your antic switched back. Sehyoon being very careful to not be too close to you. You put his words during the night you conceived down to over thought emotions. Maybe he newly found a Breeding Kink or maybe it was part of his claim kink. While you imagined Sehyoon to be the one who wrapped you in cotton wool. It surprised you that instead it was Byeongkwan. Every sniffle, cough, hiccup had him in a panicked frenzy. Becuase of his meltdown, it turned to Sehyoon to be the calm one rubbing your back as you spewed into the toilet when the morning sickness hit. All while Byeongkwan would shop for anything to help ease your symptoms. Bowls of chicken soup, peppermint tea and ginger biscuits always awaiting you with what looked like several bottles of water. The thermometer in his shaky hands waiting when you enter as you hear Sehyoon Sigh. "Babe She's not dying it's morning sickness," he would grumble as he walked with his hand on your back to the sofa. Byeongkwan always leaping up to find a blanket to throw over you as he started bringing his after Sickness food snacks. ------------------🔺--------------------

However, it hit a different emotional level when you had your first scan. Your baby looking like they was dancing inside your tiny pregnant formed stomach. Byeongkwan was split between laughter and tears. Sehyoon’s eyes glazing over teary as his hands fell into yours. Watching the way they looked at each other and then you, was just as emotional. ---------------------🔺-----------------

Just a couple months later the scenes repeated but this time Byeongkwan was overly excited. "Can you tell us what we're having?" He asked as Sehyoon shot his gaze upon him. "Wait I thought we decided we didn't want to know," he said with his eyes furrowed. "You decided, I didn't . I want to know. No I need to know," he blurted out as his eyes look to yours for permission. "Fine, but I don't, so I'm going to step out the room," Sehyoon said reluctant leaving you both. "But I won't be impressed if either you two tell me," he warned as he left the room. "It's a Boy right?" Byeongkwan giggled impatiently. "You are indeed having a son," the sonographer blurted out as you watched Byeongkwan looked stunned. “I knew it,” he said looking pleased with his prediction. “I swore you said it was going to be a girl,” you teased him as he rolled his eyes your way. “I said I wanted a daughter, not that we were going to have one,” he said happily excitedly shaking his head as your hand fell to your growing bump. "He's going to be so beautiful if he takes after his daddy's," you said feeling your heart warm. You wondered if he would have Byeongkwan’s Eyes, but then that would practically confirm the biological father to you all. Maybe Sehyoon’s comforting calm personality be thrown into your child. Atleast you could kid yourself it was the environment rather then genetics. "If he takes after his mum he will be perfect," Byeongkwan said picking your hand up to leave a kiss upon them. "You admitting I'm beautiful?” you said with a cheeky wink. "Shhhh," he said chuckling with a wink of an eye as he looked at the screen once more. "And he's a very healthy boy at that," the sonographer confirmed. Byeongkwan's grin widened that made you feel giddy with happiness. Holding the scan picture in his grip he looked lost in the world of just him and his son. "He's so beautiful Y/N," he sighed as you elbowed him seeing Sehyoon walk towards you. "Remember he doesn't want to know," you growled as you smiled Sehyoon's way. "Have I got one?" Sehyoon asked intrigued with Byeongkwan's scan picture. "Here," you smiled passing him the envelope. Taking the photo out his smile matched Byeongkwan's. "Look at you two turning into messes," you chuckled as Sehyoon put his arm around you. "Let's go home," he said as Byeongkwan slowly walked behind you memorised. ------------------🔺--------------------

How on earth Sehyoon didn't guess the multiple times Byeongkwan slipped he in conversation. But when Sehyoon found the stash of Boy clothing you hid in the nursery he looked disappointed your way. "I was so hoping Byeongkwan was teasing me," he said placing the clothes on the kitchen table. "Why was you snooping in the closest when you knew I knew the gender and was shopping," you moaned scooping up your Soup. "I just...." he paused as he thought hard. "You disappointed?" You asked looking up at him worried. "Jesus no, I'm happy, just feels like I didn't get the excitement with the surprise," he said thumberling with his fingers. "I should have found out when you both did," he pouted as you made your way towards him. "But I am happy, happy were going to have a healthy son," he said resting his palm over your bump. "Our son is going to be perfect," you said resting your hand over his in a moment of pure bliss. However, there was a spark of something more. His eyes glazing over with an expression you hadn't viewed since you conceived. His hand turned to your face to cup them in his palm. You could feel the need of him wanting something much more then the friendship you had built. But it felt wrong with Byeongkwan not included. This moment in time it felt like you were doing something awful sunbathing in the electric atmosphere between you both. Sehyoon closed his eyes removing his hand as guilt drove through you. Before he could speak Byeongkwan came through the door. "What's got you two looking so awkward," Byeongkwan said noticing the atmosphere between you both. "He knows," you stutter avoiding Sehyoon's eyes. Sehyoon who had composed himself looked to his lover with a deadpan expression. "You finally listened to something I said. I've been hinting for weeks," Byeongkwan chuckled as he hanged his coat up. "However, no excuse to be all up in the air with Y/N," he said with a slight scolding tone. "He found the boys baby clothes," you said biting your lips. "Wait you brought baby clothes for our son without me," Byeongkwan snapped looking a little hurt. "Hold up your bitter at her yet I've told you it was a boy several times," Byeongkwan said before you could try and apologise. "I was hoping you was playing games with me," Sehyoon said with a sulking tone you hadn't witnessed before. "Well surprise were having a son," Byeongkwan said with his usual happy face. It took a couple of seconds to crack Sehyoon who rolled his eyes and took to the sofa. "And you missy," he said pointing at you as you gulped. "You promised me we would go clothes shopping together and you went alone," he pouted as you smirked. "Don't smile at me you're such a traitor I won't forgive you," he said crossing his arms. Sneaking your arms around him you tilted your head into his neck snuggling up to him. "Sorry," you said as he held back a chuckle. Sehyoon’s eyes was heavy focused on your usual friendship hug. His emotions blank as guilt ran through you letting him go. "Hey I need more persuasion for your apology," Byeongkwan scoffed feeling the emptiness. "Your lover looks like he would murder me if I hold you a second longer," you scoff watching Sehyoon's eyes widen at your joke. "Haha Kim Sehyoon are you jealous of our baby mama," Byeongkwan says pleased with this revelation. "Whatever," he said rolling his eyes as guilt hit you that he was feeling jealous. Had you crossed the line between them both? Had emotions between you three got out of hand? Your heart beat at the memories of their promise you wouldn't lose them. Though for now you hadn't, but the fear of that happening really threw anxiety and fear into your mind. --------------------🔺------------------

Things got slightly awkward afterwards. Sehyoon didn't like being alone with you, avoiding touching you unless you needed to for the baby. Yet when ever Byeongkwan was his usual clingy self you could see Sehyoon's eyes following you both, like some jealous boyfriend. You had witnessed Byeongkwan being jealous, but not Sehyoon. You had started to avoid them both, being sick in a bucket in your room with the music loud so they couldn't hear. Working late, to avoid going home so quickly. So when Yuchan offered a week long work trip you jumped up at it.

Sehyoon's jaw tensed slightly as Byeongkwan's eyes widened when you said you would be away for a week. "Y/N I thought we was a team, you can't just take our baby away for a whole week," he scoffed not amused as you tilted your head his way. "First it's work, which you guys agreed was very important and secondly I'm not taking your baby away, don't be melodramatic," you said deadpanning his way. "What if he kicks and we're not there to feel it," he said crossing his arms making you chuckle. "Then I am sure he will do that when I get home too," you said as he frowned. "Y/N it's a once a time offer when it's their firsts," he whined as you pressed your hands to his arm. Feeling Sehyoon's eyes zoom on the interaction, you dragged your hands back looking guilty his way. "Look through this whole journey their will be times all of us will be missing firsts. We take risks we will miss those everyday. It's not like any of us can quit working is their," you said softly as Byeongkwan sulked like a pubescent teenager. "Plus I'm sure he will wait for his daddy to be around when he decides to use me as a football," you smiled stroking your bump. "Why have you got nothing to add?” Byeongkwan said turning to Sehyoon for support. "We promised to respect the boundaries set," he said shrugging avoiding eye contact your way. "Fine," Byeongkwan said throwing himself back in to the chair as you chuckled at his childish actions. "Look I promise to have my vitamins, I promise to message you every day. You can even call and I’ll put the phone to my belly. You can have a conversation if you need to," you said reassuringly as he deadpanned your way. "Yeah how’s that going to work. It’s not like we can communicate," he said sulky. "Plus you two get to have some you two time," you said looking to Sehyoon. "It must be so hard having a women you both rammed living in your house," you added as Sehyoon blinked to your words. Silence filled the air as they both thought. "Y/N why you talking," , "Thanks Y/N I appreciate that. Me and Byeongkwan could do with enjoying the alone time," Sehyoon said cutting Byeongkwan off. The latter looked to him confused. "Right that's agreed so I need to get packing," you said before Byeongkwan could ask any more questions. --------------------🔺------------------

"So do you have a boyfriend?” Yuchan asked while tucking into your Jjajangmyeong. "I'm pregnant," you said brushing your hands over your belly as you deadpanned his way. "But you're a surrogate, aren't you?" He said popping some food in his mouth. "Well that's what Sehni said," he said focusing on his food. The word surrogate reminded you that you wasn't romantic in any way with them, despite the little butterfly feeling they gave you. "How about I introduce you to a friend?" He offered smiling your way. "I don't know Channie," you said pushing your hair behind your ear. "Well he's got a meeting here tomorrow, he could pop in, have a couple of drinks," he said eyes blinking at his words. "Well something not alcohol for you," he said smiling his radiant smile. "It’ll be nice to meet him, but don't get your hopes up I'm not exactly in a condition to date," you said showing your body to him. "You can take the time to get to know each other first and then when you popped then date," he said with his deep belly chuckle. "It won't work but hey I could do with more friends to socialise," you said playing with your food. The sudden familiar sickness was biting at you once again as you placed your chopsticks down. "You ok?" Yuchan asked with slight concern. "Yeah just fed up with this pregnancy sickness," you said getting up and wobbling. "Woah, take it easy, do you want me to call Sehni?” He asked concerned as you shook your head. "He and Kwannie will only worry," you said holding on to the wall as you felt weak. "But they should do, that's their baby," he said as your body tensed up. It hurt to hear so much how you were suddenly being perceived as not this child's mum. Is this how Byeongkwan really felt? Is this why Sehyoon had gone strangely off with you? "It's my body that's not working great, their baby is absolutely fine," you said with your eyes fixed sternly on Yuchan’s face. "Their your friends they will still want to know," Yuchan said with clear apprehension on his features. "As an friend I'm entitled to my privacy," you said as he looked defeated with the conversation. Sitting on your bed you felt your head spin. Your emotions feeling overwhelming and confused. ------------------🔺--------------------

You woke up to several missed calls from Byeongkwan. Just as you was about to reply to him, Yuchan dashed into your room. "Y/N, they've moved the meeting early we got an hour to get there," he said with panic in his face. Propping the phone into your pocket you smiled reassuring his way. "It's ok, Calm, we can do this I'm almost ready," you said walking towards him. "You've not had breakfast," he said looking worried. "It's ok I will just grab something on the way," you said as you watched him relax a little. -----------------🔺---------------------

However, in the rush you arrived having forgot to purchase something as you felt your stomach rumble. Yuchan thankfully hadn't heard as you knew he would be nagging you further. "Hi Miss Y/N," your client said taking your hand and pressing kisses to it. "Hi Mr Park," you said holding your hand back as you took his pretty features. You could feel Yuchan's eyes on you as you were getting lost in Junhee's. "I'm Yuchan, Kang Yuchan," Yuchan said offering his hand breaking the eye contact. "Thank you for coming all this way to see me," he said as he sat at his desk. Many shows that his tv company's was hoping to produce this year was the pipeline of Yuchan’s PR company's success. The meeting seemed to take ages as you discussed the reality and survival shows that his company wanted yours to give positive PR for. "Well here's my number," he said passing Yuchan his Card. "Incase you need to get in contact with me," he added as he picked another one up. "Or just to chat," he said holding yours to you. "I think it's wonderful doing such a sweet thing," he said sweetly as your eyebrows furrowed confused. "Mr Kang tells me you're a surrogate," he said as you could feel your body tense to that word. "Sorry, I know it's none of my business. I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoke so personally," Mr Park said as his eyes looked with sincerity. "It's ok, just it's complicated," you said honestly as he smiled his way to you. "Well if there's anything I can do just give me a call," he said. "Thanks Mr Park," you replied words failing you. "Call me Junhee," he said as he looked dazzling into your eyes. "But for now let's all have lunch together," he said as your body tensed. You knew food would no doubt make you queasy. "We've got another schedule to attend to, but I'm sure we would love to soon, maybe one day this week before we return back home," Yuchan said feeling the tension from your body. "Ok I will keep you to your word," Junhee said standing up straightening his jacket before offering Yuchan's hand. Yuchan mirrored him, smiling as he bowed to him before Junhee took your hand in his. "Till then Y/N," he said with a warming smile your way. "Thank you Mr Park," you replied bowing. "I told you call me Junhee," he said softly. "Sorry Junhee," you said with what you were sure was a blush. He really was very pretty to look at. But the slight dizziness reminded you you were carrying another man's child. "Jesus Y/N the man's nerve," Yuchan said as you left the building. "What, you were the one telling me to seek dating," you said holding his card in your palm. "Yeah Donghun not Mr Park," he scoffed raising his hand for the taxi coming its way. "What's wrong with him he's quite charming," you said as he opened the car door with his eyebrow arched. "Wasn't you the one tensing up at his offer of lunch?" He queried as you slid into the taxi. "I can't eat in front of strangers. It makes me anxious especially with this sickness," you said rubbing your bump. "You still haven't eaten," Yuchan scoffed concerned. "It's ok Channie, I'll make something when we get back to the apartment," you said as he didn't look reassured. "I promised Sehni I would look after you, please tell me you took your vitamins today," he said which made your eyes roll. That was till you couldn't remember if you had taken them this whole trip. "You didn't did you?" Yuchan whined your way. "I honestly can't remember it's been so chaotic since arriving," you said in your defence. "So no vitamins today, nor any food," Yuchan asked for confirmation like he hadn't been with you all day. "It's ok, I’ll sort it when we're back," you tried to reassure him. "But we have a video call with head office in half an hour," he said concerned. "It will be ok," you replied with your hand on his shoulder. "It better be," he said with a slight frustration. --------------------🔺------------------

The call was only suppose to take an hour, yet three hours had passed. Your stomach was rumbling like crazy, you felt really nauseas. Sehyoon’s name as well as Byeongkwan's was flashing on your silent phone from their call. Throwing yourself to the back of your chair with exhaustion Yuchan looked at you. "Why don't you have a bath, get changed before Donghun's here and I’ll order something to eat," Yuchan said as you smiled up at him. "Thanks," you said as you passed him to the bathroom for a well needed bath.

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"I'll get Donghun to bring some food," Yuchan said with some hope as you looked up to him on the sofa. "I don't know, I'm not comfortable eating in front of strangers incase I'm sick," you said with worry. "So what your not going to eat?” he said with his hands on his hips. The takeaway taking two hours to arrive and being noted as delivered when it hadn't had caused a large bout of tension. "Plus he knows your pregnant and I'm sure he wouldn't mind holding your hair as you puke," he said rolling his eyes scoffing. "I don't even let you do that," you said scowling his way. "Fine eat it in your room, but you have to eat," he snapped. "Sehyoon’s already sending narky messages because you've been ignoring them all day," he shot out as you pursed your lips his way. "I've been busy, you know full well we both have," you shot out. ---------------------🔺-----------------

"Food and the main show’s here," the chirpy voice said as he came through the door. Yuchan leaping up to snake his hand around his back welcoming him to the air b&b apartment you were staying in. "This is our wonderful, yummy mummy Y/N," Yuchan said showing his arm to you. "Yeah don't say that," you said cringing with his words. "Oh Channie," Donghun said patting him on the shoulder. "Don't change," he added smirking. "No please do might get less yapping," you said playfully his way. "Thanks for getting the food, we've both not eaten all day," he said grabbing the bag from his older friend and taking it to the table. "Chinese ok with everyone?" Donghun asked. "Y/N won't eat with us," Yuchan said as you felt the nausea attack from the smell of the food. "I promise I won't nag like him," Donghun chuckled your way. "Morning sickness she's anxious," Yuchan said pulling the different tubs on the table. "Anxious for what reason?” he asked you quizzingly. "Well," , "because you don't know me," he cut you off as you nodded. "Well if that makes you more comfortable I won't be disheartened," Donghun said reassuringly, his eyes twinkling in the light. "Thanks," you said as Chan offered you a plate. "Come on eat or I really will tell on you," he nagged as you groaned. --------------------🔺------------------

Like you knew it would, less then five minutes after the first bite you was head in the toilet puking. Your head all over the place when you jumped from a large pair of hands on your back. "I’ve got you some ginger tea, it's said it helps with sickness," he said rubbing it in circles. Instead of being embarrassed you took the cup from him. "Did you go to the shops to get this?" You asked turning to face him as he bent his knees to the floor to your level. "Yes, Yuchan was saying your really having a hard time with the morning sickness," he said concerned as embarrassment hit you. "It's ok my sister Inlaw was the same, drink some your feel better I promise," he said as he slid to the floor to join you. "One of the baby's dads buys this, it don't work," you said feeling doubtful. "It's a special concoction," he smiles unfazed. Taking a sip your eyes widened to find a mixture of flavours, mint and lemon hitting alongside the ginger. "It's lemon balm and Peppermint with ginger," he confirmed smiling as you enjoy sipping the drink. "Sorry this probably wasn't what you planned for your evening with your friend," you apologised as his smile never faltered. "How can I leave such a damsel in distress for some man time," he said chuckling. "I don't think I'm quite the damsel in distress," you said taking a larger gulp of the fluid. "You sure about that," he said as he took the cup from you as your body twisted to face the toilet bowl again. "Thought you said this would work," you cried as your body heaved. "Anythings worth a shot right," he said rubbing your back. Your head was swarming as your stomach felt in knots. But when your vision started to be cloudy you started panicking a little. "I really don't feel right," you whimpered. "I know Y/N," he said not understanding as he continued to comfort you. Twisting to face him as palpitations attacked you. "No I really don't feel good," you said holding on to him as his eyes widened. Hearing the crashing of the door didn't even faze you as you struggled with your failing body. "What the fuck Y/N," you heard the disgust in Byeongkwan's voice as you collapsed into Donghun's chest. -----------------🔺---------------------

You made your way to your room the second your foot hit the apartment. "We need to talk," Sehyoon grumbled with a tone you had never witnessed. "I just need to have a shower first," you said ignoring his request. "No, it can't wait we need to talk now," Sehyoon demanded as you gulped turning to look at them both. You knew the storm that was coming. Their silence from the hospital bed when the consultant confirmed you was anaemic. They were waiting to be alone to rip into you. It would have possibly have happened in the car ride home if it wasn't for the fact your head was in the sick bag for most the journey. But Byeongkwan and Sehyoon's pure silence told you that the storm was brewing. "Can you Atleast let my stomach settle before this upcoming lecture," you begged looking into Sehyoon's eyes as they slightly softened. "No Y/N we need to know what's going on," Sehyoon said less demanding. "I'm pregnant I'm sick I'm anaemic. It's as simple as I said," you said a little edgy. "You been skipping your Vitamins, skipping food. You did this," Byeongkwan snapped as you felt tears escape slightly. "I'm sorry, time just was too chaotic I didn't set out to do this," you whined as Byeongkwan looked with anger in his eyes walked closer to you. "You promised me, you promised me you would look after my baby," he said with his eyes twitching as Sehyoon gently held onto him. "I'm sorry I don't know how many times I need to say this," you said as the tears started to fall. You looked to Sehyoon with almost pleading in your eyes. "Don't give him those puppy eyes, he's super pissed too," Byeongkwan snapped as your head lowered. "We trusted you Y/N. We trusted you to have mine and Sehyoon’s baby. You're letting us down so badly," Byeongkwan said his eye widen with pure anger. "Your baby?" You hit out letting Yuchan words hit you. "Yes our baby," Byeongwan snapped looking at Sehyoon confirming to you that their was no misunderstanding on Yuchan's part. "I'm sorry I will be more careful," you said as you felt your tear escape down your face. "Y/N were just,", "I know I've let you both down, you have every right to be upset when you trusted me with such a big thing like this," you gulped back holding the bust of tears that was threatening to emerge cutting Sehyoon off. "I'm going for my shower now," you said with trembling lips. "Y/N," Sehyoon said softly. "The smell of sick isn't healthy, it will keep me being sick. Which isn't what your baby needs," you said watching Sehyoon's face etch with concern. You waited till he nodded and rushed to the bathroom. Turning the shower you threw yourself in clothes as well. Sinking to the bottom you allowed the burst to fall. Pulling your knees as best as you could to your chest, you rocked as you sobbed quietly. You felt the whole relationship you had with them both was ruined with this arrangement. The promise to not lose your friends falling through. The baby that you also wanted felt like it was being snatched away. --------------------🔺------------------

The atsmophere changed, Sehyoon joined Byeongkwan’s constantly nagging. Each morning Byeongkwan would wake you and drag you to the table to eat. Vitamins and medication were placed into your palm like they could no longly trust you. Their eyes watching as you took each one. Sehyoon would drop you to work. Yuchan would film you taking your medication and eating your lunch to Sehyoon to confirm you was taking care of yourself. The evenings once Sehyoon collected you was just as worse. Listening to their plans for your child. It was like a knife to your stomach hearing them plan their family life. One you knew you wouldn't exist in. --------------------🔺------------------

Feeling your baby kick when you showered hurt so much. Your hands reaching out to feel it once again. You cried with happiness at the growing bundle. But also sadness that you were being expected to leave your child behind. You felt mean but you kept the new development from them. It was like you needed this little bit to yourself.

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